By the odds of life; tell me what are the odds
you’ll know the rhythm of a bee’s heartbeat –
And as you skip a stone across the water's surface,
would the river’s heart skip a beat?
_know that all of creation are alive too…_
I am alive too, as my skin feels beat; self-discipline
is no easy feat – for the flesh is weak, but has the
strength to torment your mind the entire week.
But we are more than skins; capable of beating
the odds, of giving to our skins.
Feb 12, 2025
Feb 12, 2025 at 2:24 PM UTC
By the odds of life; tell me what are the odds
you’ll know the rhythm of a bee’s heartbeat –
And as you skip a stone across the water's surface,
would the river’s heart skip a beat?
_know that all of creation are alive too…_
I am alive too, as my skin feels beat; self-discipline
is no easy feat – for the flesh is weak, but has the
strength to torment your mind the entire week.
But we are more than skins; capable of beating
the odds, of giving to our skins.
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