What wispy cords bind the heart and mind
That etheral essence that tugs our lives in this direction and that.
The heaviness in our ribs that tells us we live! we exist! we are separate from one another. We are not soulless and collective.

The promise of more courses through our blood, draws the breath in and out of our chest.

We are not merely flesh. We inhabit more than this shell, though glorious it be created. And when we are parted from that earthly half, we continue to Be. Oh hope of my salvation, thank you God.