Wisdom
I am calling to the inner part of your soul
I am ancient I am old
I was there when stories began to be told
unfold
From a seed to a sperm attach grow
A spiritual being experiencing humanity load
Frames of structure vessels imensively blow
through out and in breath breathe out of the nose
Ruach Ruach blow to me
in me
I see gravity
oxygen maturity
stand sit grasp opportunity
understand me
wise matured called vessel temple used to dominate
aggressively
bold never bitter vengeance in the hands of
an all knowing who sees
and gives the
power to tread and repeat
a respective formality
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