To be original without the sin

For us to feel we’re real it seems we need
To be original without the sin
To be embodied in our thoughts and deeds

So those who cannot write nor even read
May be ahead of scribes in origin
For us to feel we’re real , we have to bleed

God himself embodied was revealed
Some  feel they   encounter him within
We must feel embodied in our thought and deed

As we age our body’s life recedes
Yet right until the end, we drink  life in
For us to feel we’re real  we  have to need

Senses, oral,  genital  proceed
Until mature, we  hope for love  again
We must dwell embodied  for this deed

Raw  intellect can  plunge us into sin
We split into a thousand glacial  grins
For us to feel we’re real it seems we need
To  live within in our body full and green