We should be intimate with the invisible energy living inside our bodies; even as we depart, the energy gracefully departs with us. Do we care for our soul the way we would care for a broken limb? Do we sit in peace under a tree and listen to our soul's message? Do we open ourselves enough to hear, and then have the ability to act upon our truths? I have been lain victim to this neglect at times, but nothing can stop the spring from opening her petals.
Mark Twain said:
Loyalty to petrified opinion never yet broke a chain or freed a human soul.
Soul
Soul
filling the inside
of your lungs—full,
full.
A heart burning
inside
of your fire--trust,
trust.
Light forcing
inside
of your life--breath,
breath.
A gold river
moving under
your skin,
skin
the divinity
of a kiss,
kiss,
which
shadows lightly
on the back
of your neck,
neck,
all languishing in
your body that is
intimate, intimate
to your soul.
it's like an invitation to be languishing in a warm body...
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