Soulful
What is this soul of which we speak,
are we a vessel from which it leaks,
separate from body, a divine spark
born infused and timed to depart.
A glass peered through, distant divine,
separate and alone, never aligned?
Is the cosmos actually aware,
inclusive of all, nothing to spare,
and if our form is part of that
what a chance to have a chat,
no more the lion but the dove,
living life now shared by love.
Do I have to..understand,
I, a footprint in the sand,
aware of this, accepting that,
thoughts go by arata tat tat,
eyes to see ears to listen,
connecting hearts, tears to glisten.
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