Training and interning beginning next week so until then, more people and poetry apparently...
Where is my spirit?
Where is my spirit?
Pumped
by my heart?
…Does
it trickle out and enter the world when I’m wounded?
Where is my soul?
Is it in my brain?
What
then does it do when I can’t equate, or can’t keep time –
when
sense just doesn’t make sense?
that
label you;
create
you;
admire
you;
If
so, can my spirit see yours when we gaze
face
to face,
eye
for eye,
other
to other?
If
so, how could a blind child see so clearly the souls she greets?
Where is your spirit?
Is it in your fingers;
the
same ones that wrap themselves so warmly in between mine;
the
same ones that hold the spark and pull the trigger?
that
knead the dough you bake,
the
bread you break,
the
life you pass,
to me…
How about our mouths?
Do
our spirits twist around in our tongues?
or poison.
When
we share a kiss,
do
our spirits align?
When
we exchange words of hate,
do
our spirits align?
Or
is the tongue,
the
lips,
a
smile;
just
skin,
just
organ?
Are
we just organs?
Our feet.
How about our feet?
Does
the spirit lead the body,
Or
does it merely follow, trapped?
They
are inseparable friends, intimate lovers, clashing enemies;
Bound
and conflicted –
not
fully one – yet united.
Married,
committed, struggling.
The spirit is
willing, but the flesh…
–
Yet,
so strong –
enough
to change the world…
for
better,
Do
I miss your soul?
Where
does it end and flesh begin?
We
embrace a piece of God with one touch,
and
deny him with the next.
We feed one another –
–
our harvest is for body and soul:
consuming
and producing
life.
…Connect,
for
you are connected;
for
better,
We
are connected;
for
better,
or
for worse.
Your spirit gives and takes, builds
and destroys;
with
your heart,
with
your eyes,
with
your work,
your touch,
your lips,
ears,
feet,
Etc.
let it give.
and use,
your soul;
for better,