The more we open the casket

We realize life isn’t a corpse 

Air ventilates our prison 

And sends us forth to fly free 

 

The truth are seeds for harvesting 

Not boulders to bury deep within 

Deserving of attention 

To blossom with its beauty 

 

It’s a story, which to relate 

Providing an inner perspective

Put life into the dead corpse 

Open up to share your tale