Shape Shifting Soul

The universal, eternal Atman, the endless soul Resides in me as my breath, and makes me a single whole. As the breath of the almighty, it is born without sin. It drives, as a life changer, the physique it enters in. When my physique is devoured by the detrimental death My soul takes flight, and in a new life after, it takes birth. With no color, form, shape, taste, or odor in its pure form Its nature shifts to a flower, bird, or beast with its norm. Commanding and demanding, approaching and reproaching With peaceful, pleasant consciousness and conscience, heart-broaching Within physical flesh, bones, and veins like blood, it would flow. When and to which universe it would fly, I do not know.