Ten fingers on two hands, ten toes on two feet, two eyes on one head.
One mind guiding.
Minuscule and finite, but powerful and infinite depending on our choosing.
We are all endeared with a personal Charism.
God wrought or universe granted,
The undeniable is that we share the constructs of the stars.
Carbon and nitrogen, oxygen and heavy metals are our bones and breath and tears and steps.
The ghost guiding the haunt of our mind directing us onward.
Whether doomed or destined, they are one in the same and that is the definition of beauty and purpose.
The finite ways in which we dance and sing.
The impermanence of our footsteps and our day to day.
What we leave are footprints and impressions.
Our verses collected into scripture as a tiny seed planted to further the generations to come.
We are lesson learners and lesson givers.
Masquerading as puppets but the strings are detachable.
Our steps are our own if will only choose.
The words on your breath are your verse.
The song is ever on the wind.
Now is our time to sing our part and further the dance.
To deny is to be open to the insistent whispers
To lose sleep at the nag of the necessary.
Our doom is our ascension, our destiny is our mark.
Contribute your verse.