(body)
There’s a bomb in the carriage,
oblivious to all one’s cares.
Emptying out all the thunder,
with its white and waxy affairs.
(mind)
In the shadow of this fact
one’s thoughts must be defused;
Those tiny beams of light
search for something to be used.
(spirit)
By singing from the heart
all doubt will disappear.
Moving muscles to the beat
is sure to bring good cheer.
Inspired by a combination of this Substack post ‘Body Mind Spirit’ by Deidre Lewis and the Red Hand Files #344
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