Shape Shifting Soul

Like a stretch of sand on the shore My soul has a delta and core Like pair of feet that dances with tides Sometimes it walks, sometimes it rides It's a cup where wisdom is filled But where too much that flows is spilled Like a rain, it falls to be flood In veins, it runs to be blood It's like water that becomes any form When going with the flow is the norm Like a cloud it becomes white or gray Then, the shine in its smile greets the day Sometimes black like the cloak of the night For, at times, in dark days, it needs a light It needs flame of wisdom to show its way But at times, on its own, bends to pray