A particle of dust






I want to be smaller
like a dust particle

which moves with the wind.

It goes everywhere.

Can go, sit on the head of a king,
or can go and fall at the feet of someone.

And it can go and sit on a little flower,
and it can go and sit everywhere.

But I want to be a particle of dust.

That is fragrant,
that is nourishing,
that is enlightening.

- Nirmala Salve, aged 7

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