The Nature of the Soul

Discussing the nature of the human soul,

Boundless, flawless

And the world we might dwell in

Should we choose to listen to it.

What comprises us

Ego, Id, Superego

Emotions, faults, talents

Passions, dreams, reality?

Love.

It is the only perfection we might know

Some call it God, Jehovah

Yahweh, Buddha

Muhammad

I am agnostic, or atheist, or spiritual

Or maybe I am

All of those, and I don't know it.

Yet the soul, the soul sees it

Touches the center of the mind

And heart, intermingles the physical

With the fantastic.

All perception may be encoding within our complex

Minds, or chemical reactions spilt

Onto the canvas of our bodies

But do we not all sense

Something more, something beyond the veil

Of conscious perception?

To what do we attribute

Our connections, our distances, those fleeting moments

Of abstraction?

I can describe

The touch of a lover's hand

Down to the most minute detail

And yet, without having felt it

Yourself, you would not know it.

We are foreign to each other

Walking within the shadows of

Our petty grievances, daring to step only

Within our carefully constructed

Isolation.

Love, the soul, the indescribable familiar

Within, that which ascribes tears

And laughter.

Our own perpetual motion machine

That which ceaselssly and easily overcomes

Our own science, our own understanding

Of the function of our universe.

That which in giving, is received

Without external need, the propulsion of man

The fuel of our progress.

Love, the soul

Who grows by mitosis

Multiplies through division

Accumulates within ourselves, only through

Being given away.

Some call it flawed, broken, painful

Loss, heartache, grief

Loneliness,

And never realize that what they describe

Is not love, but a life without it.

A life without a soul

A machine, cold and calculating

Whose each step requires

Recalibration, to overcome the sensation

Of emptiness.

Should we take the time to revel in it

Love, the soul, by any name

Is savior, a quantum step

Toward enlightenment.

In discussing the nature of the soul

We enter into a conversation with it

Confirm its very existence

And open a path to empathy

Peace, the harmony we need

To overcome the varied methods we've developed

To neutralize it.

So I ask, my friends, my love, my fellow

People

To open your day looking inward

To stretch your arms out and embrace

The beauty of your divinity

Your flawlessness

By any name you may call it.

Through knowing yourself, your soul

Your love

You will come to expose the beauty

In the billions of others

Who travel this same rocky path

As you.