Dust unto dust
Everything returns home – everything!
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I would love to hear what you draw from this 🙂
Historical fiction mostly, but also some multi-genre stories & anecdotes
Nothing to return to, you are already home. Rust is beautiful.
Hmmm, perhaps in one sense, we are home — a very broad and also narrow sense
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.
True, and one school of thought believes that until inner peace and inner passion is attained – the journey to ‘home’ continues. So, the original comment that we are already home, made me wonder.
It is a state of mind rather than a state of being. Remembering of course that the mind is not in the head as I mentioned in a post of mine:
This is my understanding of it anyway.
Yes, and we are human beings – not only human minds
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.
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 — a very broad and also narrow sense.”
If anyone believes they are already home, I’m happy for them.
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!
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,
Better late than never, Eric! 🙂 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! 🙂
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 🙂
P/s I agree, some joints and parts need maintenance with greater regularity 🙂
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.
Hello Mary – yes, I enjoyed my visit to your blog today.
What happens in the interim – very truly observed. Yes, nice one.
True, all that is tangible is recycled in some way–it is the intangible that is immortal.
I love your comment – a refreshing take on the haiku – tangibles recycled, intangibles immortal. Marvellous – learned something new today.
Thank you, Eric
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.
Your comment is beautiful, Jasey dear.
First, a POV from rust followed by a meaningful metaphor – I love them both 🙂
Luv and hugz, Eric
Well, since I’m nerdy, my first thought was that the chemical formula for rust is FeO, which is Spanish for “ugly”. 🙂 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.
Good one, David – I think most of us will agree with you 🙂
In the end, we are all dust and shadows; only Love that makes our heart a diamond.
We are all dust, true.
Interesting take on diamond, which is the hardest material known to man – but not to nature, I reckon.
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.
Thank you, Chris – good one. We do add to the dust 🙂
But we will have left our mark.
I’m not quite that rusty (yet) but returning to dust is inevitable.
LOL, good return 🙂
Yes, many of us are not quite there yet.
A high five and a haiku for you…
New life under rust
Waiting to be discovered
Better than before
Compliments of Humorous Interludes
© 2013 Ronald J. Yarosh
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,
P/s Left a comment in your recent post – Dangerous Decibels
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.
LOL, rust clogs!
My comment in your post Dangerous Decibels did not come through – perhaps clogged in some rusty spam folder?
I can’t find it anywhere. Sorry. WP has been acting up lately. I don’t know why. Perhaps you can try it again.
Okay, Ron, bit of a rush this morning and will be away all day. Shall look into it tomorrow. Cheers, Eric
Rust to dust………. yes I clean it up every day!! 😉
That is one thought, yes 🙂
Wonderful view, everything will eventually be reduced and absorbed, as always Mother Nature finds a use for all of us.
Very true, Susan – in one sense we are all useful 🙂
A thought-provoking piece once again. Bodies fleeting, be they human or vehicle. Here are my thoughts:
Dust unto Dust
Certain of death and decay
Thank you again for the wonderful imagery.
Thank you for this sharing – truly spoken. Many would relate to this.
All good wishes,