The Color of Soul
"The Color of Soul"
Yesterday I got a rug,
A thirty year old Turkish village weaving
Just full of light and joy, so much so
That it makes all my others seem soulless.
Like ***********, soul is something
You can’t define but know when you meet it.
And once met
You will never be the same.
People disparage the modern world
For a variety of reasons,
While at the same time enjoying the benefits,
But it all boils down to it being soulless.
Soul apparently is a delicate thing
Something that isn’t a thing
Exists by degrees
And is expressed in everything we do and create.
And what we create without soul is lifeless.
This would of course
Apply to the children we raise
Which perhaps explains a lot today.
Maybe it’s possible to revive and cultivate soul,
The Turkish rug certainly implies so
Which gives me hope
For myself and every one else.
I still don’t know what it is
But at least I know now how it feels,
And thus see more clearly
What it isn’t.
(8/30/23)
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