Searching for Soul

I trudged through constellations and scoured the ocean's floor,

searching for her.

We had somehow become separated on the train. 

She went to gaze out at the world, with chin propped on fist

and forehead pressed against the window

while I headed for the dining car.

I didn't see the tears,

didn't know how she longed to stop the train,

bound down the steps two at a time

and meander through fields and mountains beyond,

stopping to talk to flowers, walk barefoot through streams

and dance to music she always insisted was playing. 

I think she might have told me, but I couldn't hear over the din of passengers

and the whirring by of time.

But after a while I came to miss her, and so shouldered my backpack

and took off in search.

I peered under rocks and up into trees

and every day checked the sky to see if she had left a message written in the clouds.

But my neck grew sore from craning,

so I stopped looking, and started meandering

and then I stopped doing anything at all.

One day as I sat above the water, wondering if I would ever see her again,

I came upon the tiny room between thoughts that lives in the house of silence. 

I knocked on the door

and the next thing I knew I was a pattern of light dancing on the waves. 

(I would tell you what this is like, but when you are a pattern of light in the room between thoughts that lives in the house of silence, it is…

…and that is all.)

Then just before a seagull discovered my disguise

and swooped down to swallow me whole,

she came and stood beside me.

She was quiet for a time, and then said,

That was good, but water is easy.  Now let's see you do what matters most;

let's see you become who you truly are.


Namaste.
Tracy
www.innerpoetry.com

Re: Searching for Soul

Very lovely!

Re: Searching for Soul

Indulge not yourself,

Thinking to set me straight.

Do not imprison me in your laws of compliance.

I am a shadow among you.

In the distance, unknown birds sing;

The trees are heavy in leaf.

They are without name,

Nor can I recall my own.

Who calls me?

I was not; I am not; I shall not be -

Nameless, selfless, otherless.

Re: Searching for Soul

Beautiful…thank you…brings feelings of emptiness, space…much sought.

Re: Searching for Soul

I enjoy spontaneous poetry, Tracy.

Thank you for inspiring me!

Sean

Re: Searching for Soul

both beautiful poems! sacred!


I think Soul is somewhere around this pod…. hahaha