Dust to dust, light to light

All through life the same forces have

Beaten me come backdrops of black or white

And as I swim here and there in the sea of life

I look for meaning in the pain, some respite.

The bruises are still fresh, they are scathing, they hurt

And I look within and find a lot of filth and dirt;

Dust and grime is the nature of life,

Even though you may keep cleaning, the dust keeps settling bright.

Even though my altar is polished today,

Tomorrow after me it will rust and with dust lay,

So then it must just be right

To polish it well only to you invite.

I find myself at the bottom of the ocean of hope

And I keep finding myself, keeping myself doped,

There is really no other goal to life

Except to make more friends, intentioned right.

Because as we walk today on the vast roads,

The feets will callous, and the nails again grow

And we must again dip ourselves in the holy waters

And clip and ablute to be the sky's sons and daughters.

The only aim then to polish again and again

Myself come sun or storm, spring or rain

Is to be perfumed enough to carry more on mine

Shoulders burdened or unburdened, no plaints, no slights.

Then the currency I accumulate today,

Washing off the salty tears and blood and sweat, 

Is the happiness of may be just one more life

Because dust to dust, light to light.

So let the conversations flow,

Pour the drinks around

And I'll bathe again tomorrow

To have you around.