Lucky number 13 for Prose. Radio, with (unintended) a lucky number of 7 talents featured. We'll link the pieces here below so you can bear witness to the beauty...

The work is as varied as it is lifting.

Here's the link to the show:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BlSbnMtA6gs&t=311s

What else...

Oh, of course:

And.

As always.

Thank you for being here.

-The Prose. team

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I sigh because

I know tonight

she is somewhere

touching you

While I can only stand

at the edge

of your forest

jealous of the moon

There are some of us

who have a longing so great,

it is beyond words-

A need that language

cannot comprehend.

There is a fire creating itself

for you.

This fire has smoldered for centuries, waiting for the spirit

in you to rise and stoke it.

Burning for you, waiting for you.

For yourself to become undone,

So your Soul can become complete.

There is a spirit within you;

It has been waiting for centuries, for a millenia,

from before the conscious awareness of time.

Before existence itself.

It is time.

Summon all your rage, pain, brokeness, and shame.

Let this transform you into the Self you have come here to be.

Gather all of these emotions that have haunted you this entire life cycle,

Summon all your infinite strength.

Rise up and stride,

Unflinchingly into the

Heart of these flames.

Rise up

and become the

Courage

that you are.

My skin splits,

oozes, bubbles

and falls, sticking

to your polished tile

I hear you weeping

and smile-- now,

do you see the depth

of your insolence?

My crackling bones

wail into the heat;

Your irreverence

has burned us all