We all invent a face for ourselves
A life to lead, experiences
To intrinsically alter our
Soul’s DNA, our evolutionary quotient
We lived and died
And were reborn as other people
We all required a narrative
To live in order to get
Where we are going
That which is at the heart of learning?
We get wrinkles on our faces
Our wrinkles have no faces
We are a spirit luminous
Trembling in a garden of flesh
How the trees lean together
And whisper in the night
We should know social bonds
Not simple be, a single
Monotonous intensity of identity
But know, what we experience
Others experience, symmetrically
We all invent a life for ourselves
A path to tread, a body of experiences
The calligraphy of the birds
Or the dire poverty of
A marketplace exploited by others
We were animals with
Radiant hands, and still had
A good land for dreaming
And I still begged for moderation and simplicity
To be tied to time with a light thread.
Wuji Seshat 
Well said.