(A lone voice whispers)
Every day, do people look for a life-changing truth but has it become commercial
A new rehearsal by an old hidden hand
For that truth,
The real truth
Is it hidden throughout the land
And is the soul indentured at birth to conform to its new norm
To never see it
But is the human experience
Stripped down to its essential form
Does it have its own unique voice
Light and sound
A soul
Not indentured to wander around self-blinded
If it pauses in a commercialised world to look around
Not indentured to not
learning to read or speak its own inner language
For a lifetime of reading thousands of books
Will not give us the truth
Some are looking for in a quest of soul reshaping
We can only be guided by living life through better eyes
Before we all die
And is that why you're here
Because you love writing or reading poetry
Because it's your soul speaking and expressing its true inner language
As it overcomes indentured barriers of fears
For some say the greater part of the soul lies outside
Not inside the body
In a simple truth called soul waking
Experiencing all we meet
Before our time as human beings is retaken
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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