of earth and air

a sack of bones we embody,

for a brief onerous time.

a sack of bones we frame with

color, shape and being.

a sack of bones we satiate in

musings, hauntings and dreams.

Yet rarely pause to think, 'Did we choose this sack this life?'

a sack of bones we forget we

have the greatest power within.

a sack of bones we shrink through

our judgements, fears and demeans.

a sack of bones we disregard,

harming the embrace of what lies within.

How do we remember the dance of this reality with our living?

a sack of bones engrained with

innate thriving desire.

a sack of bones derived from

the same stardust filling the skies.

a sack of bones we've been taught is

seperate from tree, rock and other.

Are we so blind to the seperation casting a dark shadow on our interwoven realities?

This sack of bones,

this life,

this skin.

Bred to believe we are different because difference can't possibly be a positive.

We stand divided and seperated by color, a long gone ghost assigned to your sack and mine.

Yet the light within you and I,

is far greater than any name or barrier.

An eternal fire,

of the skies,

that burns on,

even after our skin dissolves,

back into the sweet earth from which we came.

This sack,

these bones,

this color,

this body,

that held your fire this time.