Sacred dust beneath our feet,A whispered song, a pulse, a beat,In every grain, a universe,A life, a death, a quiet verse. From ancient stars to earth’s embrace,We carry time within our face,Each moment woven, soft yet deep,A tapestry we wake from sleep. The winds that blow, the skies that roll,Are but reflections of the soul,The … Continue reading Poem: Sacred Dust, Eternal Spirit