The gal liked her job of helping folks
discover that we are all of a great family.
The vector that day was art.
We were working with acrylic paint.
So pure was this spirit in somatic form
that she could be honest about the importance of her "stuff."
An important honesty, but rarely surfaced with a constituent group.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In somatic form spirit is pure and this is very true. When spirit incarnates in a material body then he feels the body-consciousness and the reality is hidden. This poem is amazingly penned.