So spake simple Simon

Shaped from earth’s crust, we are but dust, yet our pulse mirrors God’s heartbeat, enlivened by magnetic heat, borne by His breath, loving and just. Why then succumb to thrust of lust, fleeting cravings doomed to deplete, leaving us feeling incomplete, love of God unable to trust? Know that we are spirit not form. Thoughts orbit cravings of ego, which ebbs off when desires recede. Staid silence invokes a bliss storm, when who we are we get to know. The path is simple: reduce speed.