Thursday, 16 June 2011
Oh my Soul
They say our soul started in a stone...
an object of stillness and automatic peace.
Now where does our soul lye?
an object of movement, which in most
of it's days goes through war.
So where does the soul go next?
I would want mine to go into a tree,
the source of my creativity.
Maybe in a star and I would shine brightly
to those whom are in a lost place.
Where ever my soul goes my mind shall
not be there,
the soul requires freedom, seeing the mind
The power of travel is what is
carried in the soul.
Just let it remain pure no matter where
I may go.