In a holy book I have there are pages from the Bible and Koran.
And pages from the sutras and from the Upanishads, the Torah, and the Gita.
And pages of things that unknown saints wrote in collaboration with the heavens that people have never seen.
And pages of the wisdom of animals and their young singing while they played, the way we once did with the stars.
And pages of plants and pages of sounds. And pages of earths.
begged to have carved on it, anything any instrument gifted from its mind, or a brush left for us to see. Any space sanctified by dance, I know.
And anything that will ever be, written in your heart. You, the eyes or ears and cells that now hear this.
In a holy book I have, in a sacred text I carry, is the face of everyone who will ever be.