In Search of the Soul
He kept on burning papers, old shoes,
wood, and stones, waiting to see what
remained of them; he always came up
with the same answer; "Nothing".
He studied about the world, and realized
it had an age of destruction and rebirth,
written down in various sacred texts
of different cultures of a remote past
He also studied about stars, and realized
they all had an end, after lighting up the
space darkness for eons.
The Soul was still invisible from him.....
Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2016
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