My Journey to Post 108 Poems I Have Written (1 of 108)

Monks Lay Down Their Dust

by Liz Toombs

Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust.  My life from the Ruach*.

Monks, monsters to a non-believers ‘only they themselves have control’.

Earth or other matter.  A cloud of finely powered substance.

Sawdust, fire ashes, skin cells, and other earthly remains.

Those who dust, are considered dust ­­ low or humble being.

From ancient times thru today, i know dust.

i might stay awhile then shake the dust from my feet when i  leave.

Dust can catch in my throat, but i don’t want to lick the dust.

Nor do i want to bite the dust.

i want to make the dust to fly with the words of my work.

i want to dust off Bishop, Dickinson, Keats, Plath, Whitman and Wordsworth.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.  My life from the Ruach.

From ancient times thru today, i know dust.

No monk here, just a simple piece of dust trying to live and write.

i may never leave anyone in the dust, but my words might fly.

May i write like a monk lives, may a monk live beyond their dust.

©Liz Toombs 2017 (1 of 108)

*Ruach, is an ancent term meaning Breath of God.