LAST DANCER

I am born from the stars, // From the dust. // I am a dense cloud. // Suddenly, I see and feel. // I see and understand. // And witness! // Suddenly, I'm melting. // Suddenly, I am no more... // I am dust again. // I am a burning star... /// From dust to dust, I dance my way. // Life is a happening, a dance between nothing, from dust to dust—a spark in the darkness, a beautiful fractal until its lasts. We are just a tiny fragment of it and should cherish the opportunity to exist, celebrate Life, and witness each other's journeys with kindness, patience, and respect. Until our last breath in this performance before disappearing back to the womb of darkness. // I hope this Guardian will remind You how small we are. And how grateful we should be to nature, as she is the Mother of Earth. Your everyday actions show what kind of child you are and what you do with the most significant gift - Life itself. // 8858x11251 Photo collage and poem by On Thin Ice 2022 - Concept: ©MONOGRAMA - #GUARDIAN38 - Geo Location: https://bit.ly/35Vfq47