Meditation#1 A Meditation on Cosmic Dust

The Beginning and the End- A Meditation on Cosmic Dust
We are all made of cosmic dust, and cosmic dust we will become again. I had heard this over and over again, but the few times it has really made sense and I have thoroughly felt the lack of division and an intense sense of connection with all of creation, this realization has always been achieved by the sublime amazement Nature inspires in me.

I still remember the first time I saw the ocean. I couldn't get enough of it, I tasted it, I swallowed it, I swam in it, I did not want to leave, even though I looked as red as a lobster, but I just did not see the point of leaving if my heart had seemed to find its perfect playground. But I had to leave, and always, when I find my way back to the majesty of the sea, enveloping me with its salty taste and its constant motion, I feel right at home. I longed to go deep into the forest in this same passionate way too, and when I first flew over the majestic canopy of thick green tones, from emerald to lime, it beckoned like a living carpet, inviting me to dive in. Seduced by its wild mysteries, I felt an even stronger sense of belonging. The rhythms of life and death seem to be so spontaneous in all of nature's scenarios; decay and rebirth seem to fuse into each other seamlessly, with or without interference of man-made creation or distraction, and creatures large and small follow their instincts, live fully, die and contribute to the web of life.
And so shall I. I was part of this exchange of cells and matter before death, I was already contained in this universe before I assumed this human form, and as dust, once again, I will never really disappear, never cease to exist, just change shape, and perhaps glitter in the sunlight when a child of tomorrow opens the window to reveal a brand new day.