Amen

when I am gone away

 a million years from now,

dust to dust as we find each other

drifting in the wind and lying around,

like specks on pebbles washed out by sand

how very beautiful would it be to find each other,

as particles of dust, separated since millions of years,

reuniting with one another, as a union of soul-mates long lost,

to become one in the tiny form of dust from earth or may be stars

I hear sounds of oceans, reverberating since eons as I meditate upon

a new awareness dawning on me that, you and I have always been and will

walking hand in hand, along the surface of earth as earthlings that are never lost

and the dust that we are treading upon, the dirt on the roadways and the hilltops alike

could have been us in some unseen and unknown past, waiting to touch the feet of Sri Rama

may be by a whiff of the wind or sprouting twig, be born as a flower, or may be a grain on the terrain