The Soul
I've heard speak of
the soul...when it enters
and when it leaves -- yet,
no one has ever captured
one;
a soul indigenous
or a soul on the loose~
in transit, between host
and higher sky, a soul
no longer stationary, now
on the spiritual fly...
in fact, were it not for Blind
Faith, we would not even
guess to know, faith thus far
Soul's only visible show --
So, unlike the stream's winding
unwinding flow
like seasons that come and seasonally
go; known by their optical features,
scents, sounds as have all physical
creatures...even our beloved Christ
seen as the image of man, while view
of the essence soul seemed not part of
Divine Plan
One could then, perhaps say
that the man and the ethereal
are one in the same?
inseparably the same-same
as one
then I would say, could be
all the same game, the Fetus
from the get-go, already bearing
a living name....
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2025
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