moving from a specific identity to a timeless eternal reality

The biography of the body has an earthly touch-
written in soil, stitched from flame,
its ink is water, its breath, the wind.

Earth cradles its weight,
fire fuels its hunger,
water remembers its longing,
air whispers its unseen origin.

Each limb is a verse of clay and spirit,
each heartbeat a footstep between worlds.

We walk as dust briefly alive-
a secret the elements keep repeating.