The soul is the essence of our existence
for we are what it is, even as it reflects what
we are; our consciousness of all that we see
hear and cling to, it is our working mind
our reminder of our being, incorporeal
an unknown life-essence, an impulse and
primal compulsion. If it can be seen anywhere
that place can be deep within the looking
glass of the eyes, ethereal and haunting.
The eyes of a child reflect surprise and
curiosity, trust and need, the soul emerging
to become what it will. As those eyes
record what they see they augment that
soul in a compendium of experience and
emotion the innocence replaced by other
ineffable reflections of humanity redolent
of hope and disappointment, regret and
self-remonstration, the fortunate among
them enveloped in the comfort of love.
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