Soul

I have my soul
Or do  I
It has my intentions
Or does it?
Only the soul  knows or cares
What they are or why.
I must be good
Says who
Er..it's thought your soul should.
I must love and support and help
And not expect
Any debt of gratitude.

Life's can make you smile just like that then..
When a mother and her children board a carousel
The mother is afraid but the innocent young daredevils gleeful
Faster harder
They want the ride
To tear them apart
jerking from side to side..
Erasing all
Complacency.
Gratitude is acceptance.

The sky whirls round and round
In my mad merry go round
I am spinning arms-a-flailing
An aimless top in a vast motionless frozen world.
A bubble of silence.

Oh! the sky, heaven's heart is blue
Soul  then you must be too
Gold flecked clouds of late afternoon
Then are they my noblest thoughts?

Soul I may not see you
Touch or  hear or smell you
I cannot think you
The definition dares not arrive
If I say I feel you
It must be
my poor broken heart
So soul
Where do I begin and You start?
I haven't got a clue
Yet I must sense you
Within me
To save my soul
Preserve its designated destiny
Without
Knowing
Whereabouts or way.
I have to believe
I have to evolve you
For only the highest
Souls climb the crest of destiny
And that's the other loaded word   dangerously slippery, dicey.
Entre vous I entreat
You
Make me come apart and shred me to strings of brilliance that's a foreshadowing
Of the joys that will be
When together we fly
The kite the master with the flight plan
The guide to glimmering divinity
Glidings of the hand below
Into motions that evade our vision and second sight
In its luminous economy.

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(c) Amrita Valan 2014