body and soul

body and soul together into one chant, so they echo and transform side by side. a concise incantation first, then a larger mythic unfolding: Concise & Incantatory I know a woman. Her body is fire. Her fire is seed. Her seed is light. I know a woman. Her soul is water. Her water is river. Her river is song. I know a woman. Her body is earth. Her earth is root. Her root is bread. I know a woman. Her soul is wind. Her wind is breath. Her breath is dawn. Expansive & Mythic I know a woman whose body and soul speak in the language of elements. Her body is fire— it holds the memory of ash, yet from its embers a seed begins to glow, a seed that becomes light. Her soul is water— a hidden spring that rises, becomes a river, and the river becomes a song that carries sorrow downstream. Her body is earth— rooted, patient, bearing fruit in silence, kneading hunger into bread. Her soul is wind— restless, unseen, a breath that scatters darkness, a breath that delivers dawn. And in her, fire meets water, earth listens to wind. In her, the world finds its first harmony. I know a woman. She is body, she is soul, she is the threshold of creation.