Create, Manifest, and Heal

Or… why else are we here?

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“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” Rumi

In flesh and bone, the stardust casts
We wander worlds, adrift, amassed
By chance and spark, in cosmic play,
To sing in dust, then fade away.

But hear the whisper in the bone.
The echo faint, a nascent groan,
A yearning older than the sun,
To spin from chaos, some…