Soul   What is the thing that man calls Soul and where would it abide? I started on a quest for it and searched for it inside. I could not catch a glimpse of it nor touch it with my hand, that baffled my mere mortals' brain that could not understand this segment of my being that could not be denied, yet dwelled in part, somewhere in heart... where God and love reside. Soon this illusive Spirit with its' penetrating force grasped me in unyielding hand to sternly chart the course of my existance, compelled me stand aside... to view the panarama staged by this subtle guide who dwells in tattered pantheon, its' puppet in control who dances to the siren song so softly sung by Soul... Imortal Soul - without YOU... There'd be no songs to sing, no art, not love, no poetry nor wisdom - ANYTHING! If I could gain the riches of all this earth to hold, this wealth would be mere trinkets in the treasure chest of Soul. For love is far more precious than diamonds, pearls, and gold. And LOVE is the purest essence of the thing that man calls Soul!   ~eerie  © 1987