The Language of Dust
In the end, we will laugh.
We will draw back the curtain and see there was never distance to cross. We were not away. We were not lost. We have always been home.
There is a table, with many already seated.
We will sit with them and join the meal.
Notice the chair holding you.
Let the hands unclench.
Notice light resting as dust,
with no promise of arrival. It gathers quietly on the table that was always there.
You do not have to earn the meal.
You do not have to understand the room.
You do not have to become anything more than what you already bring.
The language of dust says, there is no need to wait.
The meal has already been set.
The table was never withheld.
Only unseen
Pull the curtain away
You can sit at the table now.
So, Sit.
Sit now.
Nothing is wasted. Nothing is outside.
Everything participates
Sit and laugh a little sooner
Sooner than expected.
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