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.
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