Life is a manuscript
a play, one experiences divinely.

We, the writers hold the pen
to alter reality in wandering eyes.
We the spirit housed in human form
take steps on stage of light.

Life’s a gift a treasure
an opportunity to fly with etheric wings.

We, the playwrights bond,
to celebrate the written word.
We the pen-sages weave in thoughts
to make our matrex world evolve.

Life mirrors life,
inside our novel of Divinity.

We’re the avatars,
as words become mountains
as we conquered and freedom is ours.