Everything you read or listen to and relate to in a particular way is subjected to the particular frame of understanding
You are a human, she said A human body or human being I wondered What is a body ?
We never realise how the wounds of yesterday are playing out in today. How as a soul, as a collective or society or a group we are holding on to " what was " or " what happened " or the " injustice we felt was done" in some era or year that keeps dictating our actions in the present. In the present, if we really see, there may not be a reason to fight or recreate from same pain,
You may be feeling Like a flower darling Very delicate And fragile Knowing that you may be plucked Any moment Just because You look and seem divine