Soul I Q
There is no measurement for soul it cannot be touched nor felt
just as ignorance precedes sin so does knowledge before soul svelt
Intelligence can come in many forms for some its an obvious equation
agility of numbers, skillful hands, but I prefer the soar of the wise Falcon
When one is soulfully adept one can read people and understand hearts
bypass the mundane and experience the extra ordinary things such as art
Soul intelligence is given to the very few who have lived in search of truth
it is often seen in the old but sometimes we catch it in the eye of the youth
God mastered each soul precociously and devoted his time to perfection
he dimples the soul with his honorary monogram and solid perfection
No greater gift then that of a perfectly enlightened soul and sweet breath
like the rose in the ground the roots of the soul are firm until death
Then we become passengers of the heavens and go back to the gully
where the soul is refined and reformed then sent back with IQ decree.
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