I am so annoyed by dust. To free my surroundings from dust is an ongoing, losing battle. But perhaps I could look at it from a different perspective:
Is dust not material broken down into its smallest visible parts? Like stars. Or rocks. Plants. Animals. Even humans. Ashes to ashes, Dust to dust.
When dust falls onto fertile ground, it gets absorbed and clumps together into the manifestation of something new and cherished to birth life into. Perhaps a precious stone or a beautiful flower.
Dust is the building block of new manifestation of life in liminal space.



