As We Metamorphose

“being mistook we burnt the book thoughts rest, we dwell in our heart’s nest touched by spirit, our body shook by God’s light blest as we undressed” A quiet tremor starts, a hidden crack where old certainties begin to fray. The pages, once so sacred, now are ash, the mistaken words dissolving into gray. No longer tethered to a rigid thought, we settle deep within the chest's soft beat. A sacred nest where tender peace is wrought, as subtle currents stir the spirit's heat. A shiver runs, a tremor through the frame, the body listening, resonant and raw. Unveiling self, by grace's gentle flame, revealing contours free from ancient law. And in that light, we simply come undone, to rise in form, transformed beneath the sun.