Soul

I am not anything.

 

I have no intention

I am not defined

I have no companion, nor confines.

 

I am not anything.

 

Be still, body,

Feel my presence

Not with the five senses

Sight blinds you

Sound deafens you

Smell eludes you

Touch holds you

Taste dilutes you

This flesh

These bones

This house is not my home

I roam

Moving to, never through

I never get through to you.

 

I am not anything.

 

Be still, mind,

Feel my presence

My sadness

Heavy

My fear

Tight

My joy

Free

My love

Whole.

This image

These words

I am spoken but never heard

I wait while you learn

I yearn to connect with you

 

I am not nothing.