The Meaning Of Life
The soul’s instrument is the flesh;
The soul is its pilot;
The pilot comes to its instrument surrounded by unknowledgeable flesh.
The terminal body is new to all universal knowledge;
For all start their quest at birth.
The soul learns knowledge as it observes,
For the terminal body observes through its actions,
But never suspects that the soul and flesh are separate but are connected.
Mistakes are often made by the flesh and the soul not communicating;
They both stumble through the lessons of life.
Sometimes the soul sends dreams for the flesh to discover;
Once they are discovered by the flesh the piloting becomes easier for the soul;
As the terminal body ages it withers;
The soul is patient, for it knows being in the flesh will end soon;
Then the soul will have a new beginning.
Knowledge fills the soul and and refers this to the consciousness in the aged flesh;
It is then the soul departs from the flesh and joins the universe for it is always attached to it.
The flesh then mingles with the earth;
To sustain the beauty and nourishment;
For the next flesh that attends the needs of the universal soul.
In order for it to grow into a peaceful and loving being of knowledge.
And a creator of other universes
About this poem
Thoughts such as these help make my life fuller and more spiritually observant.
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Written on March 26, 2023
Submitted by johnnymillican on March 26, 2023
Modified on April 08, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic heptameter |
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Words | 260 |
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