Poetry
Where lies the soul?
I have an idea that it’s inside me
and in various ways, I feel its presence
but I can’t put my finger on it.
I envision it with faces and forms, yet
none take a physical shape at all.
Poetry
Where lies the soul?
I have an idea that it’s inside me
and in various ways, I feel its presence
but I can’t put my finger on it.
I envision it with faces and forms, yet
none take a physical shape at all.
There are moments of magic and challenges in living this earthly life. May my wings soar through the blessed energy of the universe.