There is dust
About us,
Precipitated energy
Whose energy
Now so slow,
It lends itself to the palpable universe,
The limited impressionistic
Universe so many
Proudly
And fallaciously call
Home.

This dust is all about us,
Attracting the thought and the attention
And all the
Ties that
It beguiles from
The misguided
Individuals for whom this dust
Is the all,
The God,
The deious, unpious and the
Object of their worship.

In this dust
All evil can be found.
All roots of all
The mundane,
The deleterious,
All of the bad that
As persons we
Are told to avoid.

Release from this plane of dust,
This universe where
All must
Decay,
This universe where all things
Can only have the
Impermanence that
Renders things slaves to
Their own subservient dust,
To which their own subservience has succumbed
To by their own thought,
Can only be through control of the dust,
Control of the desire that holds the
Dust.

Evil dust:
This dust allows the sense of touch,
This dust allows and promotes the mundane
Through holding us back as entities from our universal
Knowledge,
From universal Love,
From all that there is to be
Known,
From all that there is to be
Experienced,
From all that there is to be.

Through the deathly dust found in deserts,
Through the dust found in
Gold,
Through the dust from which bodies are
Formed,
All knowledge is recorded through
This dust from which human desire
And human memory stem.
That dust is the dust of the universe,
That dust is the dust of this world,
Is the dust that through its own control
Can cleanse,
The dust that through control can strengthen,
The dust that is the dust of the desert,
The dust that is the dust of gold,
The dust that all is made of
In this impermanent world
Of imperfection
And decay and
Lust and greed,
And emotion controlled and
Willed unto the dust.

What then is not this dust?
Since this dust too
Is the god that is all
Things?
This dust also is a part of the godness of all
Things, and this dust too
Is the only way out of this dust plane.
We must control our desire for this dust,
And thus control the dust,
To live not only with
But through this dust,
So that any
Encounters with sensory impressions
In futures passing
Will not arouse the
Same misguided thought,
The same misguided desire
And lust for this life,
This sensory
And impressionistic
World of dust,
In which we are.