Nothing can cure the soul but the senses,
just as nothing can cure the senses but the
soul. Still the mind; the soul will speak.
To remain for a moment where you do not
belong, where you are not wanted, is worse
than to wander a lifetime, lost, it seems, but
not; and not searching, but tumbling, as it were,
through space, and time, perchance to find psychic
and soulful kinship with those who possess some
blood that is yours, but that you have never known.
What says the soul? Impressions, first and
otherwise, are spontaneous, defying rational
thought in favour of sensual, visceral reaction.
Like a dream, upon awakening, where recollection
of detail matters less than the feelings that remain,
sensual perception prevails over any opinion of mind.
The body is the temple of the soul, within
which resides one’s individual union with
the divine. To honour the divine within, and
in cultivation of the greater universal and
eternal divine, the maintenance of physical
and psychological wellness and balance is
not only in best guidance, but essential.
If the external temple of the body is well
maintained, the internal temple, wherein one
contemplates the divine, is also likewise nurtured.
Fate may not be coerced, cajoled or counted
on. Cease, to begin anew. Those not blessed
to be eye candy may be food for the soul.