All alone I am here

All alone I am here
All alone without bitterness or anger, without sadness
and disappointment

All alone I am walking with the wind blowing the dust
My hair flies with every breath of the wind

All alone
How can I be without no known identity
All alone, the dust on my feet
I am a dust-pin collecting the element of natural
substance
Without a question; no answer
Just all alone
How can this be?
Such beauty to this mystery of all alone
All this is Me.