Poem -Touching Souls

If it is true that you
can touch souls then
know that you have
cocooned mine in the
warmest of hugs and
loved it with all the
intensity of a hurricane

Poem – Disintegration

Bones, blood and flesh disintegrate
to a confused mass of human remain –
specks of dust in a muddy
world – as the soul forgets its name
and drifts into an invisible tornado
of unquiet souls, ghosts of
fleeting dreams and desires,
Searching for a new fleshy house
to burrow its way into
familiar human comfort
But that bony body will
only truly feel like “home”
when the soul learns to peel its history
from the veins of the world
beyond its bloody jail

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When I awoke today I felt extremely vulnerable and very “human” in every sense of the word. Some days it really hits you that your human body is so very impermanent…No wonder we obsess over it so much, but perhaps it makes more sense to pour love into our impermanent souls…