©Magnolia 2025. Original composition by Magnolia (@magnolia_). All rights reserved 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️ We are dust in the wind, fragments of matter, walking toward the shadow, truth endures forever. The body is a temple, fragile as wax, soon it dissolves, nothing remains, only mist. All you touch, all you feel, all you see, it’s fleeting, my brother, vanishing after a while. The soul travels alone through the Bardo of death, nameless, faceless, seeking the next bridge. Dust to dust, ashes in the wind, everything moves, never still. Mortality, our shadow walking, all goes toward nothing… what remains to tell? Dust to dust, ashes in the wind, we are nothing, only time in motion. Mortality, our shadow walking, all goes toward nothing, yet there’s light at awakening. Slow decomposition, our flesh dissolves, but the soul is freed when all that surrounds this world, this skin, falls into oblivion. The Bardo welcomes us, between divided worlds. The mind dissipates, between shadows and colors, consciousness rises, free from pain. A cycle unending, only changing form, the eternal does not perish, it flows and transforms. Dust to dust, ashes in the wind, everything moves, never still. Mortality, our shadow walking, all goes toward nothing… what remains to tell? Dust to dust, ashes in the wind, we are nothing, only time in motion. Mortality, our shadow walking, all goes toward nothing, yet there’s light at awakening. In the void, there is peace, clarity, death is not an end… just another reality. The soul is freed, the matter fades, in the Bardo we sail toward another eternity. Dust to dust, ashes in the wind, everything moves, never still. Mortality, our shadow walking, all goes toward nothing… what remains to tell? Dust to dust, ashes in the wind, we are nothing, only time in motion. Mortality, our shadow walking, all goes toward nothing, yet there’s light at awakening. 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️
