An Intro That is Not as Brief as Originally Intended:
Let me tell you about the human soul.
This I do wholeheartedly believe:
every human being has an immortal soul.
It carries karma. It extends beyond physics.
It is intrinsically complete. It is complex,
multi-faceted, and personal. It has the
nature of a being; however, it is
shapeless and androgynous. There are options
between life and ‘death’ to be discussed later.
Souls can group together, combine
themselves, or live in isolation. Souls can be
damaged and healed, often influencing each other
to an extent that can fall away.
Souls are not dependent upon environment,
but often fall to each other’s influence
to an extent that can fall away.
It is the job of the soul to grow as long
as it has an existence. It is the job of the
soul to live within itself, for itself. This is a
conviction that sometimes forces us to
examine our own lives. I remember a few years back,
just one time of multiple incidences
when this has happened to me. It was right after
I was hit by a car. I remember through the haze everything
being normal, and then I saw the headlights
and my legs knew their lives were about
to be changed forever. One instant remaining-
the whole world went white. I’ve seen it in moves,
the glow from arches when it’s time
for someone’s soul to abandon the body,
but there were no arches. In fact, it was barely passable
as a 3D space — the plane I was on had distant
horizon lines but the space hurtled with fluid
movement that remained still only in
retrospective memory. It was, apparently,
a white light I can only describe as full.
The car struck me, continued on,
retraced its steps to swear me it
for occluding the smooth path of its evening
voyage, screeched indignantly on
its way, and draped a blanket of cold
forest over my face. My weighted body
remained there I do not know how long.
I imagine a line of stones tracing my chakras
fresh from Ms. Marple’s garden.
There was peace and then it began.
The angel appeared to me,
kneeling on the stiff left fingernails,
for once in their life painted
flakingly glittery blue. She noticed me
standing opposite her, gave me the smile
that makes me cry every time I think
about it. My angel. Are you ready? she asked.
How was I to know if I was ready?
I had my mind on other things-
how is this possible, I demanded,
you can’t be here, you’re dead.
I’m not dead, she explained, you are.
Most times I have been known to
flash my eyes open, soul reglued
to the brain. This time I did not.
The angel and I stayed together while
strange things happened to the body
on the street (this is what has been
described on several occasions as a
seizure-like event). I recall a bed of
leaves. I recall a brink of snow. No,
I have no reason that would tell you
I wasn’t having the same old hallucination.
My soul did not care to take a selfie
with the body, did not leave any
tangible clues. No evidentialist
would read without a scoff a fully
detailed account of my soul’s life.
I ask you to read a poem anyway.
A tree that grows with a strand of candle flame trapped inside it.
A candid cloud lurking in languid color.
This is the nature of a true being, a creature fully layered —
Dressed to the nines in complexities not expensive fabrics.
Made of the matter jewels mimic, a soul lives in every one of us.
The soul is a spiritual essence beyond what can be known,
But it is all we can know. When it is liberated from the guise of mortality,
And the question comes down, what does the soul truly need?
Is it time to pass through the worldly tunnel into whatever awaits,
Is it time to linger, a constant unknown but perhaps a presence felt,
Is it time to pursue some individual vengeance,
Is it time to take a new form and start a new life?
The truth ingrained in me from birth, the milk that nourished me,
This truth tells me that the soul is a universal power,
Be it designed by the hands of a mightier creator or formed in natural matter.
The soul is a creature that is visible to only itself
And tangible to all but itself.
And the soul is the song lended to a single voice.
Thanks for reading this poem about a personal belief of mine that all human beings have a soul.
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