The Real Soul

Not a seeker, I, but as a visitor may choose the pathway which the light reveals, and watch as all my questions disappear as though they never were. Yes, there are answers as I meditate, not in sudden flashes, but in stealth, delicious dawning on a thinner mind, sleep-deprived perhaps, awake just from a quietness that speaks without a voice, "I am a soul! I cannot die" and on the day my body lies bereft of breath, doubt too is gone. It is for me to join in that exultant ode with my new classmates filing in. There is change indeed, matriculation in a spirit life now unencumbered with a body less my own each day, but soaring with the larks of every age who make a festival of time. I am soul! The miraculous creed of every man, the one pure offering he may present to every God, to every truth he knows, and in its reciprocity, the life eternal that will crown his days. ~