The essence is fire.
Constantly changing,
Constantly consuming,
Bringing life to us
But also destruction.
The essence is water.
Constantly flowing,
Rushing and gushing,
Bringing life to us
But also destruction.
The essence is earth.
Solid and stable,
Yet cracked and fragile,
Sustaining life for us,
But also destruction.
The essence is air.
Formless and fresh,
Flowing and forceful,
Sustaining life for us
But also destruction.
The essence is Spirit.
Invisible, yet present,,
Eternal and unique
It passes through life,
Destruction into life again.
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
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Comments1
Good write. The Spirit is always there.
Amen! Exactly! Thanks!
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