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)