Soul in body
My soul is not my body. Is not the me I think about. Sometimes it even leaves this pile of flesh to get a breather. Its tough being a soul in a body. Sometimes I let out a scream and I wake myself mid - night - this is when I really want freedom - want to belong to the ether and just fly. It takes a lot to come back into my body when I wake. All disassembled like radio waves - distorted and stretched back into my yawn. Like a cat waking up - I am not opposed to being nothing - to no-one - and so when the spirit moves me I move. I move effortlessly - quietly - sometimes like a wind - others like a whisper. I never push against or dis - allow. I am comfortable in all places - except sometimes - my body. And as I learn to speak from my flesh - from my carrier - from my automatron. I am getting used to sending the signals that my human can take and tolerate and use. I am slowly finding a way to say the very things and do the very things that allow me to smile because I can see I am unfolding in exactly the ways of truth that I must. And then sometimes I fall asleep. Just tired of being captured by matter. the density of all this created stuff. I am a creation - but of a much light sort - the way this works is a mystery to me - I just trust the old ones who have been in-carnating and ex-carnating for an age. In this season of transition - the body mind is giving me new signals that tell me to let go and go on to the new - take the place of a gone gone space - and finding a rock to stand on and shout - this is aliveness! Calling through to me - the transistor of life hearing my voice and proclaiming: I am alive! I am free! I am unique! I have a place! I am loved! I am love! I love you - soul of my soul , soul of souls. We gather in secret to proclaim boldly and brazenly to all: come alive!