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.