My Soul . . . my Soul . . . where are you
I am alone, desolate, and lost
Divided, hollow, terrified, and torn asunder
How is it that we were ever parted
What pattern, design, or devise perpetrated this
On Me, on You, on Us
I truly did not know
I was foolish and ignorant
Most wretched in the cleverness of the show
I lived from day to day
All the while you called
You beckoned and warned
But I in my folly was blind
Too stupid to comprehend your most simple need
To stupid to understand that your needs were also my own
Your soul is
everywhere
your soul is
ageless
that’s the reason
why
you cannot
get lost
why
you never
waste your time
–
congratulation for your beatiful blog & work!
Amitiés,
F.
I agree. My experience currently is that I have lived outside myself for 50 years and am in the process of self discovery. Thank you so for your thoughtful comment.