What is the Soul?
Consciousness.
The more awareness, the deeper the soul, and when such essence overflows, you feel a sacredness around.
It's so simple to tell one who puts on a robe and pretends to be a dervish from the real thing.
We know the taste of pure water.
Words can sound like a poem but not have any juice, no flavor to relish.
How long do you look at pictures on a bathhouse wall?
Soul is what draws you away from those pictures to talk with the old woman who sits outside by the door in the sun.
She's half blind, but she has what soul loves to flow into.
She's kind; she weeps.
She makes quick personal decisions, and laughs so easily.
[Rumi]
Last night I fell asleep, salt still lingering on my eyelids from tearing too much from the truth. I read these poems and it is as if they know me. They find a way into me, through me, almost as if I had written them myself. Such truths. We know this as such, we know how much it means to us, since the tears just well up so fast, and yet, do we really understand? We think we do, we try to.
Ah, such blessings to even be able to feel such emotions...
These are my bedtime stories lately, for nothing else can make me feel so much.
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