Some blame the wind

For the abrasive dust

Others go to desert

To watch it swirl

There is music

In every wave

Even the one

That broke the ship

Yes, journey without its dust

And a face never scraped

Know not the fun of life

It is living alone who can die

Life is but a journey

We detrain at the end

In between, it raises clouds

And some call it dust

No, this dust is the living us

It is the cloud of life

At the end we watch it settle

That is why we travel.

Our scriptures have said:

Na tu tadvitiyam asti. Dvitiyadvai bhayam bhavati

(There is no other. If you consider it as another, it scares you.)

Those, who consider dust to be part of themselves, enjoy even the dusty ride. Those, who think that the ship went down with its wave happily, are not scared of the waves.