Dust unto dust

Everything returns home – everything!


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I would love to hear what you draw from this ๐Ÿ™‚



Flash Fiction



      1. I think when you find inner peace, or your inner passion, then you realise that you have nowhere else you need to be. The physical is all an illusion anyway, like I said it’s all pink flamingos. Just a thought.

      2. I see both mind and human being as synonymous. When we think in terms of separateness I think that’s when all the confusion arises, hard as it is not to. Existence is paradoxical, everything is separate and unified. It’s a matter of where your focus is and its intensity. The more intensely focussed you are on something the less you are aware of in the periphery of your perception. Like looking down the lens of a microscope, so in order to see the bigger picture you have to relax your focus and zoom back out.

      3. The comment that piqued my interest was – ‘Nothing to return to, you are already home’

        And this comment was what I replied to when I said “Hmmm, perhaps in one sense, we are home โ€” a very broad and also narrow sense.”

        If anyone believes they are already home, I’m happy for them.

  1. This reminded me that there are those who let hurt, pain and grudges melt off them like snow and then there are others who hold onto such poison, rusting themselves in the process. Well, that’s my take on it anyway. Good haiku and very expressive!

    1. Again you’ve provided a refreshingly new angle, Maryam – one that I did not consider. Thank you, as it opens up horizons for me.

      I appreciate your compliments too.

      Have a great weekend,

  2. Better late than never, Eric! ๐Ÿ™‚ I thought of death after reading your words, not in a depressing way, but in an inevitable way, yet, with death, comes new life, so there is hope in the end. In reality, with added humor, I feel some things are getting a bit more rusty! lol

    Hope you are well! ๐Ÿ™‚

    1. The corridors of death are no more than a vestibule that opens up to Life, I reckon.

      Yes, all is well, thank you for asking.

      Peace and luv from a friend ๐Ÿ™‚
      P/s I agree, some joints and parts need maintenance with greater regularity ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. Thanks for a fascinating blog and this great haiku. Yes from ashes and rust we arrive and depart, but what happens in-between is what really matters. Thank you for visiting my blog.

    1. Hello Mary – yes, I enjoyed my visit to your blog today.

      What happens in the interim – very truly observed. Yes, nice one.

      Peace, Eric

    1. I love your comment – a refreshing take on the haiku – tangibles recycled, intangibles immortal. Marvellous – learned something new today.
      Thank you, Eric

  4. So the new rejoices in the beginning. The rust looks from afar and said : “soon you’ll be like me, but don’t worry the rust are piling up fast – you will never be short of friends !

    ” Whether you are new or rust, it is all in your heart. If your heart remains new, you can be rusty yet able to see something new everyday.

    1. Your comment is beautiful, Jasey dear.

      First, a POV from rust followed by a meaningful metaphor – I love them both ๐Ÿ™‚

      Luv and hugz, Eric

  5. Well, since I’m nerdy, my first thought was that the chemical formula for rust is FeO, which is Spanish for “ugly”. ๐Ÿ™‚ However, I think rust can be very beautiful (as long as it’s not on something I own and love). A metaphor for the aging process.

    1. Hello Mas,

      We are all dust, true.

      Interesting take on diamond, which is the hardest material known to man – but not to nature, I reckon.

      Peace, Eric

  6. Dust if you must, but bear in mind,
    Old age will come and it’s not kind.
    And when I go as go I must –
    I, myself, will make more dust.

  7. A high five and a haiku for youโ€ฆ

    New life under rust
    Waiting to be discovered
    Better than before

    Compliments of Humorous Interludes

    ยฉ 2013 Ronald J. Yarosh

    1. Strange but I had to retrieve this from the spam folder.

      Anyway, thank you for this haiku, Ron – it speaks of hope and continuity. Good one,

      Eric ๐Ÿ™‚
      P/s Left a comment in your recent post – Dangerous Decibels

      1. Thanks. I thought the rust haiku didn’t go through. I tried re-sending it and WP kept saying it was submitted. Maybe the rust clogged things up a bit.

      2. LOL, rust clogs!

        My comment in your post Dangerous Decibels did not come through – perhaps clogged in some rusty spam folder?

        Cheers, Eric

      3. I can’t find it anywhere. Sorry. WP has been acting up lately. I don’t know why. Perhaps you can try it again.

        Thanks, Ron

  8. Dear Eric,

    A thought-provoking piece once again. Bodies fleeting, be they human or vehicle. Here are my thoughts:

    Dust unto Dust

    Corporeal Self
    Certain of death and decay
    Releases Spirit.

    Thank you again for the wonderful imagery.

    Take care,

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