dust...a four letter word.

Once upon a symbolic time, there lived a beautiful princess.
famed in all her space and time, careless was this princess.
she hated her land, and despised her own people.
for she loved to be loved, yet feared all that was evil.
she thought people lusted, or perhaps were disgusted.
Divinity she trusted, still herself she distrusted.
she saw but alot, of what others did not.
she knew she loved, but Love itself did not.
the love she claimed was claimed before, so hers it was no more.
she prayed to love and prayed for more, but Love was love no more.
she was gifted in ways she did not know,
and she lived her days looking to and fro.
she lived and lived, comparing people to eachother,
yet she never sat down to compare herself to those better.
she knew there was wrong and felt what was true.
but convince herself could not, even though it was due.

An oracle passed, and said in wise words,
"thou hast become but a vision for doubt!
thou say'st that thou trusts! but thou doubts thou'st own trust!
you must sit and reflect, and upon reflection you must.
for the trust that you thrust, you must learn also to trust.
In the mirror you see, but an image you believe to be.
Dear child, try and understand yourself, for then only shall you be".

The princess looked empty, but thoughtful she was,
and the oracle knew, so he left her some dust.
he said "take this in your hand, it is but something to hold,
and though it may someday leave you, below your feet it shall fold.
It is dust as like any other,
and may be replaced with yet another.
study it with love and you shall certainly see,
only THIS dust is what helped you see.
you shall have this dust today and perhaps not tomorrow.
this i'm giving to you, as it is something I also borrowed.
It is up to you, what you do I trust you must.
remember this dust,
it will be with you forever,
and once you understand its lust,
you'll appreciate its presence around you forever".

The princess shed but only a tear,
and wetted the dust which in hand was near.
she observed as the dust obsorbed her one tear.
and though her eye dried, this dust kept her tear.
And so it happened that this pure dust could feel,
this princess's tears that were never too dear.
cry not in the presence of another could she,
and only this dust, her true feelings could see.
the days went by and her selfish being,
kept her turning to this dust in the hope of well-being.
little by little, this dust would escape,
till there was no more of this dust, when one day she awaked.
she cried and she cried, for she felt her great loss,
and the oracle returned to explain her feared loss.

He said "dear child, you were selfish again,
taking shelter for pain in the dust I beclaimed.
I told you to understand, yet you looked in it not.
and felt but no greatness in the true gift you got.
It was there for a reason, for you to see,
that though it brought comfort, it may someday take leave.
If only you appreciated, would you hold your head high,
when it left you as it did, without reason or goodbye.
If you sat and observed would you only have seen,
that the dust left you not, but gave you your dream.
you were unhappy with life and saw sorrow in all,
and the dust was your companion, throughout it all.
It left you for it saw it was special no more,
and you used it as only a reason to mourn.

It left you not my child! it left you not!
it's here all around you, but you looked in it not,
you were busy in your world and beheld its greatness not,
and now it seems it betrayed you for it left unsaid alot.
but dust could not utter word my child!
how may it speak its truth?!
it was up to you to see my child, and feel its silenced root...

And now you see that it has gone, no matter what I say,
lets close this chapter and be no more, for dust has gone its way.