The Blue Flame Within

We are not merely flesh —

we are spirit clothed in motion,

breath wrapped in matter.

All that is true

rises from within —

a blue flame,

soft and eternal,

burning beneath the ribs

where silence hums like prayer.

There is a river too,

flowing quietly through my veins,

carrying the music of creation

in every heartbeat.

The body —

a fragile bridge of clay and bone —

holds it all together,

so spirit may wander,

may taste the wind,

may touch the world it dreamed.

Flesh is the garment,

but spirit is the pulse.

Flesh dissolves,

Spirit remembers..