How beautiful this world is,
when you stop fighting fate
and embrace the dirt and dust.
The only imperfections in it,
are these thoughts – this consciousness.
How beautiful this world is,
when you stop fighting fate
and embrace the dirt and dust.
The only imperfections in it,
are these thoughts – this consciousness.
When from ashes comes this blink of life, live so our dust makes the dirt sing. Don’t give it another thought. – mh clay