Soul

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    Soul

    Deep within the soul, in the depths of and around the core of my existence and universe, lay the secrets of creation, of beginning and end.

    Where there is no time, no concept of beginning or end, a nothingness that is vast, seemingly unthinkable, within our reach of what we know as reality.

    There is a place within the soul, the place that is called home to many and where there is no home to many that dwells in the uttermost hidden and well-illuminated being of light.

    That light is our existence, our world, our creation, our universe, that light is all illuminating, all existing, all being.

    That light that dwells in the uttermost wishes to commune with us, yearns to know us as we truly are, a being of light and wellness, a being of all knowing and all pervading, well lit, illuminating to the ends of our world that we know of.

    Our world in which we live, breathe, exist, what we call soul.

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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