The prompt I received was, “Dip your hand into boiling water. And burn your fingers! Better that your fingers sing of pain.” From “Spring” by Vassily Kandinsky
We are born
Each day, each moment
In choices, in glances
We are born
These pains we feel
Of love, from change
The constant evolution
Our descent into the world
Birth is change
Is renewal, is ecstasy
Is the passion in pain
Transmutation each day
We are born
Every day we create ourselves
Within and without
And every day
We die