Illumination fills me as I listen to the twins
Perception hits me, now broadened out by their eloquence
I decide to speak, interaction springing from mind’s leak
I begin to speak, ideation past silence’s peak

“Oh wise err… foetuses,” I falter at the start
“You think of the soul as something within body
Your arguments have thus far been so very smart
But you’re still looking at the soul with physical tangibility

What if that were not the case, this idea we erase
View: bodies within soul, rather than soul within body?

Assume: the existence of many souls without
Then the existence of many spirits within
Each soul filled with myriad sprites, soul their redoubt
Each soul/spirit fusion leading to physical manifestation

Just like Mother Earth brings forth varied forms of life physically
All born on one planet, yet displaying variability
Different from the life on Jupiter
So different even from each other

The Sky Twins have grown quiet
I think they’re distressed
It is nearly here
The time of their birth
The Sky Mother shoos me away
I apologise and wish her good day