Forgotten in the lilies of the day
are the night’s terrors of the soul.
No mystic, not a believer, simple soul,
without divine connection, floating lightly and free,
a butterfly toiling and spinning at blooms.
Inspired by The Dark Night of the Soul by St. John of the Cross.
is not very much. Perhaps 21 grams.
Yet, it weighs heavily upon many people.
Energy that we hold within that wants –
Release? To join other souls? An end?
Feeling the connection momentarily – joy; then sorrow.
Illustration to Robert Blair’s The Grave – Soul Hovering over the Body
The subtle sea, azure glass without light,
hides the dark, cannibalizing creatures preying eternally
upon each other – and the green earth,
also a battleground, but for some islands,
insular, with a soul of pure light.
Inspired by a passage in Melville’s Moby-Dick: “so in the soul of man there lies one insular Tahiti”
First, the seed, then the sprout, shoot,
first leaves, true leaves, then the bud,
opening to a flower, and the fruit,
containing the seeds to close the circle.
And which, I ask, is the soul?
Part of it is certainly the heat.
The way it massages the body.
Chemical changes, vitamin D, some energy transferred
instantaneously from the eyes, to the brain,
into mind. A photosynthesis of the soul.