Seeing Beyond the Surface
The soul is not the body,
Like the clothes are not the man.
The soul can be whole,
Even when the body is broken.
Do you know how healing that idea is?
The body can be imprisoned,
But the soul can be free.
The body disappears and is separated,
Like being alone but never alone,
But the soul remains connected through memory.
The ways we separate ourselves is the illusion,
As we’re all more alike than different.
Thinking in multiple layers of reality,
Can make you think you’ve lost it,
Thinking your soul lives forever,
Can make you think that nothing matters,
But then suddenly you want to do what matters,
Because the connection to other souls is worth it.
Seems like a strange game,
But at least we have rule books.
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