Embalmed in form
Here we are, in this lucid dream,
shaped from thoughts we ourselves did stream;
stoic our stance, free from fears that bind,
as soul embalmed in body-mind.
With rage, lust, envy and greed trounced
and world of illusions renounced,
we’re toward love and light inclined,
as soul embalmed in body-mind.
Nonchalant through life’s highs and lows,
as flame of Christ in our heart grows,
we play our life role as assigned,
as soul embalmed in body-mind.
Each form we see, has God within,
so this is how our words begin,
gentling thought, we make our touch kind,
as soul embalmed in body-mind.
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