Eating Soil

We're born humble. Our bones and hearts are filled with stardust. Children of the heavens they say... Life is about eating soil (hectares of it). Soil beneath our nails and teeth Seeds growing into the bloom of being. Nourished by tears with some laughter in between. Humble lost in the violent stream of living. At the end when our bones are bent and the stardust spills... the heart relents. The soul unchained. Sifting through scream less clouds into the jeweled stream of eternity - Heavenly humble once again.