The wise ones say there are billions of others
Dying to change places with the living,
And there are also many worlds
Where the chance to live's not given.
There are voices one hears
With the heart, but never the ears,
And there are plain hearts given free
To flames of unending fire,
Changing molten ore to love:
Resurrection from the funeral pyre.
the heart given, naked, unadorned... is the path that leads to eternity... as you do so well, on a regular basis!
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Dream of the alchemist methinks - good one.