Into the flesh
Into the flesh of the bones
The flesh will express
The flesh will express
The flesh will express the bones
Into the bones
Into the bones
Into the bones that know
Into the bones
Into the bones
Into the bones that carry us home
Into the flesh that will express
The truth of the bones
The truth of the bones
The truth of the bones that remain
There are truths and traditions "we know in our bones". Individual lives in one respect are just new flesh on the ancestral skeleton, not unlike the passing fruit grows on more aged and permanent trees. I invite you to contemplate the many associations and apt metaphors in everyday thought and language evoked by the bones.
"Over our bones when they are bare the cold wind will blow for evermore"
(an old Scottish poem)
J. K. Gregg
