𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐬𝐞 Poem by Gnarly Eyo

Man, breathing but still as stone,
Watches time slip like sand through his fingers,
What else can he do but smile in this fog of fleeting moments?
Here we stand, on this strange, spinning earth,
Learners, wanderers, seekers of truth,
Made to observe the ticking of the skies,
To listen to the heartbeat of the soil,
Children of the same ancient ground.

Yet, if only man could see—truly see—
The power that stirs deep within his bones,
He could rise, shake the dust from his dreams,
And take the hands of the weary, the forgotten.
In a world that sways like a ship in storm,
He could steady the sails, find his course,
And in that stillness, discover the voice of the stars.

For we are here to serve,
Born not for empty laughter or wandering,
But as sparks, glowing briefly in the vastness,
Each a note in the endless song of life.
Man, born of earth and sky,
A small but shining piece of the grand puzzle,
Tested and watched by the universe itself,
Our purpose etched in the stars above.

If only man could silence the noise of the world,
And hear the whisper of his soul,
He would walk barefoot upon the soil,
Feeling the pulse of the earth beneath him.
For there is a wisdom, older than time,
That falls like gentle rain upon all,
Yet only some turn their faces to the sky in time to be drenched.
Fortunate are those who learn early,
To let go of life's empty promises,
And grasp instead the quiet truths.

What can this living corpse do,
But open his eyes before the curtain falls?
While he still walks the earth,
He must be wide-eyed and willing,
To learn the lessons written in the wind and stone.
He must offer his hands in service,
In this short dance of life,
And seek to walk in tune with the rhythm of the cosmos.

For when the living corpse listens,
When he truly heeds the call,
He will find himself whole,
And peace will be his legacy.