In response to the Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Fearless
Fear Less
© March 26th, 2016
By Viajaya Sundaram
Everything contains dust
Everything cradles fear.
Everything contains death.
When these arrive,
I shall discard the dust
Of my self.
I shall become particles of air,
I shall become one with the stars.
From the stars I came,
To the stars I shall return
On rising spirals of song,
Leaving only dust behind –
Fear only the dust!
Fear the dust, for it infects all
Keeps us earth-bound,
Dreams small dreams,
Quails before power.
Fear the dust, for here
Danger and anger live.
And when dust pierces
Through every cold atom
Through every singing cell
Through every forgetting fold
Every warm space within
Like a dull knife, I shall
Let the fear bleed
Out, and close
The wound after.
For many things bend
Before absolute fear
Save the skeptic.
Yet, all things point to death,
So what is there to fear?
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