"I don't want a heavenly body but a body of dung and dirt."
In a way, this is the body we all will inherit eventually, isn't it?
The dirt part for certain.
"Any form the shape of yearn."
I've had to pause every time I read this line.
(At first I "hear" your'n like yours with a heavy accent.)
And then it sinks in...again...and pauses me...again
in a totally different way.
May our broken hearts be mended
and their loving parts be made more resilient...
letting us carry the agony and the ecstasy,
the mundane and the marvelous,
and everything in-between with grace and gratitude.
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