Residence of A Soul

My soul was…

broken, smashed, crushed…

None and all could apply to all souls.

At times it feels like a heavy rock, pulling me to the bottom of the ocean, but the ocean seems bottomless and the destination never reached. An endless fall.

Other times, the place where we, humans, decided long ago, our souls reside, and so do our hearts, is in the center of our chest, slightly to the left.

Breathe in, slowly breathe out, and focus… there must be a sensation of soul, but how could one recognize that which she doesn’t know? And yet, it “feels” like a hole. Perhaps, this is how a blind person knows when to stop at the edge of a hole, but in my case, the hole was my soul. I was standing at its edge, undecided and stared down in its depth, where my soul was suppose to have resided. Perhaps it was still there, too deep to perceive.

Was I going to loose my emotional balance and step forward in search of IT, or instead, take two steps back in the safety of Mother Earth?

I am peaceful, I am safe, I made the right choice and stepped back!

I  write about the many possibilities, the options of where my soul might reside and how it might “look.”

For now, I conclude, it resides everywhere, rather than nowhere and “its shape,” is no shape.  My soul is pulverized in minuscule particles, able to be anywhere and nowhere at all times or no times…

It could be next to you, my children. You will not see it, but feel its presence and its love for you. When you do, please allow it to rest and breathe in your presence before it’s blown away, pulverized into eternity.

Hearts’ Paradoxes

A few hearts slightly reminding us of rocks.

They make us similar. The HUMAN RACE!!!

Millions of diamonds of various shapes and sizes,

The proof …

That at core we are unique!

The essence of our Hearts!

The reason we fall in love

With one person and not another!

What could they be made of, the hearts?

Some, of iron,

Other of gold

Perhaps some are of plastic and mimic platinum!

What is essential to stay alive? The material which made the hearts?

Not beautiful, but permanent in their ugliness,

or

Unique,

or

Common!

Fearless in their determination to continue

To tick without the horror that

The end is near!

If a heart stops, who cares,

If it was a rock, a diamond or plastic?

It mattered not:

Ugly, beautiful or boring,

Unique or common…

As long as it worked, it mattered not…

ONLY a hole could alert the outsiders

Of the lack of a heart…

A heartless human,

Anyone could detect:

Pale skin,

Bulging eyes,

Rigid body,

The nothingness of it all,

The hope of hopelessness,

The beauty of tasteless ugliness,

After all, is it a curse or a blessing

To have a heart?

Whispers, are they bring sadness, confusion, pain…

A hole could be more comfortable,

Endlessly boring but lasting safely!

Lifeless lives… A CONVENIENT PARADOX!!!

 

RIP— The useless holders of hearts,

By choice you turned the essence of

Your humanity into a hole!

You became a comfortable owner

No one may OWN a heart, but a hole could be owned

By anyone.

After all, it has no value!

Oh! It feels so light and boring…but SAFE!!!