Poem by Lily Swarn
Bonds of Dust
They flew in all directions
Ashes from dead bodies
Cruising on holy waters
Soaring above a squall
Meandering below bridges
Waiting to meet the ocean
The dust of human ashes
Never settles down
It immerses in the ether
It makes the earth fertile
Plumping up the peaches
With nutrients for the soil
The cycle of our Karma
Doesn’t stop at souls
Kneads our clay repeatedly
Fashions us into forms
Till the bell tolls for no one
We merge with the Almighty
Free from all bonds of dust
Copyright Lily Swarn 19.2.2021
