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Soul

Soul

I am speaking in your silence and

thinking in your trans

I am working even in your sleeps but

You can’t see me in your noise

 

I am very closer to My Father and

My Origin is That heaven

You can’t believe me and

You can’t accept my existence

Though you believe or not

I am in you of course!I am in you.

 

Up to believing your knowledge

you can’t see  and experience  me

I am very closer to you  but

too far away to your knowledge and

                                              Wisdom

 Your Love and grace are my rewards

 

I f you train yourself to feel me or

           to experience my existence

You will be very closer to Him and

                          to His Kingdom

It is a pity of the world

Trillions are living and dying

In the ignorance of my existence

I am same in all lives

No such huge difference

          Between you and a worm

I can travel and leave your shell

          at any second

There from that moment 

         you are just a junk of this earth               

— SAKTHEEE2007, Dec 02, 2009

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weirdelf

weirdelf

16 years 5 months ago

In many ways spot on my friend

but are you biting off more than you can chew? You describe something most can relate to, yet alienate most by several assumptions. Speaking only for myself, I believe in soul and that it is not limited to humans, but don't believe in it's persistence after death. Some of the assumptions here that put me off are: Father (male god) Heaven, existence of transmigration of soul mm, that's all on close reading, not so different after all. This is a beautiful write, if a tad didactic, and it deserves more attention. As usual there are several errors in your English, do you want me to give corrections? Cheers, Jess, reprehensibly irrepressible