Dust

Let me just be dust

Sometimes

Let my soul incline itself

Towards the invisible and the oblique

Here I find the relief

Freed from ideas of human being

That seem to imprison

Here if I am nothing

Only then do I feel part of everything

There is fullness in this

A kind of homecoming

Of the restless soul

Torn so far from its foundation

It not longer feels itself to be

A part of creation