I have heard some say

“My soul is dead,

my spirit is gone –

destroyed by the head.”

But if the body endures,

the heart still beats,

then bloods pours and

the soul indeed goes on.

The spirit lives

with ever a chance

’cause while the body grows old,

decays and molds,

the soul will forever dance.

So as a flame within,

as a flame without.

Give to it a good breath.

You’ll feel it build and brighten,

feel it thrash about,

feel it flare,

suddenly alive. You’ll see

and feel through burning eyes –

so suddenly aware.

Friend and foe

will, like, perceive

the strength of body, heart, and mind.

Altogether, your flame,

your spirit, your soul,

will dance again and thrive.




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