the dust of our ancestors

the dust that falls from the sky on a high windy day is
borne here from far unknown origins. it carries countless
particles of our ancestors, called forth by the winds of
these times. the necessary mantric chants have been performed
& the spirits have gathered around us. the old mammoths
buried beneath ancient stone & earth are sending forth their
cellular emissaries: ancestors, all of them. they're
restlessly roaming the wild wind currents of the skyways.

Shiva! our most humble helpers have now arrived with this
new wind. they are widespread, part of this vast crucible that
constitutes our planet earth. the winds of change stir with the
return of the ancestors & the old earthly dreaming.

the long scroll of maya rolls out the script that we all must
fumble our way through. it goes on & on, through ups & downs
forever. it brings new challenges, such as the winds our
primeval ancestors lash us with now. they demand our
accountability, those ancient ones. they urge us to
respond, all those ghosts & phantoms of the past, the specters
& spirits who have risen into the wind to get our
attention now in this time of planetary ripeness.

Shiva! we hear the message & we ask for Your guidance.
our hands are covered thick with the dust of the ancestors
& we know not what to do! Shiva, we implore Your grace!

Author: swadharma9

i am 81, living in a nursing home and deepening my spiritual life as is appropriate as one ages. i am a student of the Sanatana Dharma and a devotee of Lord Shiva.

9 thoughts on “the dust of our ancestors”

  1. Such a powerful image of a world in turmoil and our the spirit of our ancestors, demanding accountability for something that only Shiva can help us to resolve and find an answer to. Beautiful poem. ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ”ฑ๐Ÿ’ž

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    1. when one stops to consider that all the life that has ever lived on this planet is still here, yet in a different form, such thoughts may come to one. the bodies return to the earth, & the constituent elements are free to recombine in other forms. so we have untold vast numbers of entities (of a variety of substances & configurations) potentially present. who can say where the tipping point may come when they will have a larger role in the whole play of maya on this planet? the poem came out of such pondering as that๐Ÿ™๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ•‰๏ธ๐Ÿ”ฑ๐Ÿ•‰๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿผ

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  2. Such a beautiful thought…this one tickles my imagination: “they’re
    restlessly roaming the wild wind currents of the skyways.” I love how you see the invisible and how you vibrate to forces hidden for many of us. Masallah! โค๏ธ๐ŸŒน๐Ÿค—๐Ÿฆ‹๐ŸŽˆ

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