Your Bones
You’ve got to be able to say it or your bones will say it for you. The unspoken but not quite forgotten millennia speak through your very being. The untold stories of the Universe are writ large on your forehead and escape in whispers while you’re asleep. Don’t forget your spine is part of something much larger; your hair like a blushing flower alive in all seasons. The birds are your wings and the fish your memory of living under water when there was nothing but ocean. No secret, no woe or joy of God or animal can be concealed from the scrupulous spirit who is writing your bones.
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