A soul, a spirit,
can not be held captive
No other human or creature
may hold or envelope
another being’s soul.
Freedom radiates internally
from what is untouched,
only the Self is the holder,
and even that Self
is just a temporary holder.
A museum of sorts,
for the soul to dwell in,
for mere moments
in the vastness of time.
Time in the spiritual world moves much faster than in the physical world.
It is the physical that we see,
yet the spiritual that we feel.
Within and all around.
Where shadows play with shades
and intertwine with light
between and thru the arms of clouds.
Time travel is light,
all is light
spindling at different rotations, speeds and vibrations
Some only in shades of grey
or in vivid red or morning blue,
or in the blushing of cheeks
or the heat of day
all swirling variations of color.
Within time and space,
moving, twining, fluxing
within the stillness.
Some souls have come to procreate other souls,
some souls have come
to evolve the souls that already exist.
The will and purpose of each being is vastly different, diverse,
divergent—in life and living,
holding only one soul,
Yet, maybe the possibilities of many,
within the kaleidoscope of creation.
Always an evolution of cards,
one play after another
as the luck of the draw
or the drawing of luck,
a soul is selected.
fleeting like stars
or the shifting of light
in morning wake.
yet never the same.
We live to serve what is our purpose.
But, how often do we really ask
in the stillness,
what our purpose is?
Are we being true to that purpose?
Or merely living in the puppetry of everyday motions,
of brushing our teeth and fulfilling duties we designed for ourselves.
In this grand flux,
each evolving spirit
lives this life where their last left off.
only a mirage of fine color weaved as a web of belief and disbelief,
to become what we define as real.
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Author: Jennie Peterson
Apprentice Editor: Brandie Smith / Editor:Renee Picard
Photo: Samuel John/Flickr