the soul

Like a flash through the flow
Turned active the dull flux
Purifying our solid impurities
That have lived through the ages
Through cycles and incarnations;
Before we got here
Years before our first cry
Our crawl our walk;
Before lisp turned words audible
Enough the inactive mind it quickened
The hyperactive mind it calmed.
Here all came
Its juicy sap to taste:
Full of greatness, of enlightenment;
And will still come after we are gone

© Emperor Leander David


NB

First publish by 'Our Empire' on Google blog

Made accessible to social media pages of
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International) and their allied pages.