The clashes of the Soul
When soul meet with soul my warm blood suddenly start running cold; when soul meet with soul, it mystify my spirit and make my body whole.
The morning keeps hanging over my head and something peculiar keep spinning around in my bed, the heat start penetrating my body and the wind start blowing violently, I feel something scratching against my heel and I cannot describe how it make me feel, it make my body numb and it sets off a sudden motion that stir up a kind of connection.
I look carefully around me but all I see were people hurrying to get out of town; I did not know if I should turn to the left or the right, but my intuition tells me to do what I think is right, I keep hurrying along before destiny starts singing a sorrowful song; it is the things that I never see when destiny is moving around me and the pain that is bottled up inside makes my spirit cries.
When soul meet with soul, it makes my spirit burns, when soul meet with soul it drags me up the hill and it makes my spirits still, I stood there for a while contemplating the imagery that is stuck on my mind, it is something that I cannot explain it is so strong that I can hardly erase it from my mind, as nature unfolds it propels me along to sing a different song and correct and mistakes before I let the people through the gate.
The New Year suddenly comes alive but it makes my spirit cries, my soul is aching in the deep as I search desperately to find my friend and company.
Take me to the center stage before it is too late, I have a solemn message for you to make that well awaited vision come true. The celebrations are still on but I want you to give me an extra hand, the ball is in your court and before the people start to shout, you hold a minute silence to appease the spirit of the dead.
When soul clashes with soul, it sends the multitude running in the middle of the street and confronts the monsters in the hill. Oh what destiny awaits me, oh what trouble has passed over me, nature is protecting me and the universe is guiding me.
I look at the beauty around me and something touches something deep inside my soul, I came here to have a good time but I met with the divine.
The destiny of man is wrapped up in the wilderness, it is bundle up across the land, as the mystery unfold the reality of life is slowly come to light. Just raise your hand and the pain and emotion that is bottled up inside will slowly release and the mission will complete.
When soul clashes with soul, it will strengthen your soul and revive the happiness that is buried inside. Meet me at the west and the south gate in the afternoon.
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2025
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