02/25/2026
90/10
We are Spirit —
wearing skin,
Eternal light
wrapped within.
Born of Heaven,
pure and whole,
Fire of God
in every soul.
Ninety Spirit,
ten in clay —
We chose the veil,
the earthly way.
But step by step
through time and breath,
We crowned the dust,
forgot the Depth.
We made the ten
our only sight,
And dimmed the vast,
unending Light.
The body shouted,
"Real is this!"
And we believed
the weight of mist.
Yet in the beginning —
before the fall —
We walked with God.
We were the All.
No separation,
no disguise,
Only truth
before our eyes.
Now we wander,
searching peace,
Longing for
the soul’s release.
But joy is not
in what we own —
It waits in what
we’ve always known.
We are Spirit
in a frame,
Not flesh that somehow
found a flame.
Return, return —
remember then:
The ninety calls
the lost ten.
For where it started
is still within.
The door was never locked —
just dim.
And when we turn
from dust to Light,
The spark becomes
a living sight.
Ninety Spirit.
Ten disguise.
Heaven awakens
behind our eyes.
90/10