What is the Soul, have you ever thought?

Or is it a mystery in which you are caught?

We all have a Soul, we seem to know

Let's realize the truth before it is time to go

It is the Soul that makes me live

But, is it the one that makes me forgive?

What is the function of the Soul?

What does it do to make me whole?

Body, mind, heart and Soul

Each has a specific role

The body moves and the mind does think

The heart beats, and the Soul? I blink

I have been taught that the Soul's in me

It makes me who I am meant to be

It is with me when I live, till I die

And then, I am told, it flies in the sky

Where does the Soul go and how? I wonder

It goes to heaven, how? I ponder

Everybody says, “We have a Soul”

To search for it is now my goal

My eyes and nose I can touch and feel

My mind, it wanders, my peace it does steal

Aha! Now I know what my Soul does do

It gives me life, I have got the clue

The Soul is a power that gives me breath

Without the Soul, there would be death

It comes to me just as I am born

And it leaves me when life is gone

Without the Soul, I would be dead

I wouldn't talk, wouldn't eat bread

My Soul is alive in every cell

It makes me pray and ring the bell

The Soul is energy, it gives me power

It makes me grow tall like a tower

But once it leaves, I can't even bend

And my life story comes to an end

What is the Soul? I stopped to think

So many tales that make me blink

The truth by now I am sure I know

It is Divine Life that makes me glow

What is our life's ultimate goal?

To find the truth about the Soul

Before life is over, and it is time to die

We must find the truth, not in ignorance lie

Is my Soul different from yours? I think

I question and try to find the link

Just like there is one power source in my house, I know

That makes both gadgets work and the lights glow

And so, there is just one life source

It appears different, but it is one, of course!

It is energy that creates all life

In me, my parents, my kids, my wife

Not just in human beings it is

In animals and plants, it's also this

It is this Power that makes birds fly

And everything alive on earth and sky

What is this Power, the Soul that we call?

What is this Power that is alive in us all?

To discover the truth about the Soul

Is our life's Ultimate Goal

The Soul is not mortal, it is Divine

It is not yours, it is not mine

It is the Lord that lives in us

To realize this truth, we have missed the bus

We never realize that God's in our heart

He never leaves us, never goes apart

It's strange through life for Him we search

In temple and mosque and in every church

God comes to us just as we are born

He creates life and life goes on

Until the moment that He decides to leave

We are alive, we must believe

He has blessed us with body and mind

But that He's within, we never find

We live in this world, we suffer and cry

Until one day, we finally die

The body of ours returns to dust

But our actions, of course, redeem we must

Therefore, while the body remains on earth

Our mind and ego takes rebirth

As per our Karma we are reborn

The universal law makes the circle go on

Happy or unhappy, it's not by luck

Our life’s circumstances does Karma pluck

And we, like fools, think it is the Soul

That is reborn and pays the toll

Know the Soul is only the power

That gives us life every hour

As long as we live in ignorance, we return

To suffer on earth, turn by turn

Because we think we are the ego and mind

We have to go through the rebirth grind

But once we realize we are the Soul

Not the body and mind as we were told

It is then from this cycle we are free

And with our Lord forever we can be

Then there is no Karma, it is not ME

I am the Soul, now I am free

There is no rebirth, once I know the truth

If only I get to the bottom of the root

At death, I will not return to earth

My mind and ego won't take rebirth

My Soul with God will then unite

And I will become one with the light

But how should I get Liberation?

It is only possible with Realization

I must overcome ignorance of the ego and mind

Then I will be liberated, I will find

It all starts by going on a quest

And putting all my beliefs to test

When I ask and investigate, I then realize

It's when I open my 'real-eyes'

I am the Soul, I can never know

This truth I must realize before I go

After realizing the truth, as a Soul I must live

Not as an ego, that will give and forgive

I am not 'I', this is how we must start

Everything is God, in body, mind and heart

When I live as Divine Energy

It is then from the world I will be free

We think that the Soul is in us

Of course, this is true

But what we don’t know is that it’s all around us

This news is new

We have a Soul, that’s what we’re told

It gives us life and we live

But the truth is we are the Soul

Old lies we must forget and forgive

It is not easy to live as the Soul

For in the body, there is many a hole

These senses are seeking, they desire, they crave

And they take us to our mortal grave

But if we have the Divine grace

That pours its blessings on our earthly face

Then we will live on earth but be free

And when we die, merge with eternity

This is the purpose of man on earth

To escape from death and rebirth

To realize the truth, we are the Soul

And to unite with God, is our Ultimate Goal

You held my hart in your hands and my soul in your mouth, we watched the moon slip through the dark knight, A lullaby of blood and sticky labels, reach for the sky, reach for the sky, No more dollars, No more heists, No more; No more, Bonnie & Clyde.

won't you save me, for I've been running all my life, I've been sinning, I've been stealing and I know that that ain't right, won't you save me, won't you teach me right from wrong, I've been sinning, I've been stealing, please take me home.

We sang to the pound of the engine, you lay your head in my lap, so sweet so simple, you toyed with the coins in my pocket, reach for the sky, reach for the sky, No more dollars, No more heists, No more; No more, Bonnie & Clyde.

won't you save me, for I've been running all my life, I've been sinning, I've been stealing and I know that that ain't right, won't you save me, won't you teach me right from wrong, I've been sinning, I've been stealing, please take me home.

We danced to the backdrop of yellow fields, spattered with red confetti, shookhands with the devil, all dressed in rags, reach for the sky, reach for the sky, No more dollars, No more heists, No more; No more, Bonnie & Clyde.

The devil he has taken me, and I can't run no more, No more sinning or stealing, for now my life is done; you can't save me, You can't teach me right from wrong, No more sinning, No more stealing, For now this soul has gone.

Ten cops, camera and a smile, Photo for a trophy, V8 Ford full of holes, reach for the sky, reach for the sky, No more dollars, No more heists, No more; No more, Bonnie & Clyde.

Out of the air a voice without a face

Proved by statistics that some cause was just

In tones as dry and level as the place:

No one was cheered and nothing was discussed;

Column by column in a cloud of dust

They marched away enduring a belief

Whose logic brought them, somewhere else, to grief.

Oh, but I can. He has spent his entire adult life lying and cheating, the WP has busted him on over 18,000 lies in the past four years alone, he publicly refused to respect the democratic process if he lost, and he has spent the past several months accusing Democrats of what he clearly plans to do himself.

In other words, please stop inventing your own fake facts. It's annoying.

"Father! father! come with me

Down among the rocks!

Softly! for I long to see

Who it is that mocks.

When I laugh, or sing, or call,

Some one there repeats it all."

"Ah! my child, thou dost not know

All that 's dear and true,

In this world of noise and show,

Has its semblance too.

E'en a sound with joy in it

Will draw forth its counterfeit.

Right. We can't say how or why we think this, or how it would even be done, but it will be because we leftists prophecy it...

Sometimes a child will stare out of a window

for a moment or an hour—deciphering

the future from a dusky summer sky.

Does he imagine that some wisp of cloud

reveals the signature of things to come?

Or that the world’s a book we learn to translate?

And sometimes a girl stands naked by a mirror

imagining beauty in a stranger's eyes

finding a place where fear leads to desire.

For what is prophecy but the first inkling

of what we ourselves must call into being?

The call need not be large. No voice in thunder.

It's not so much what's spoken as what's heard—

and recognized, of course. The gift is listening

and hearing what is only meant for you.

Life has its mysteries, annunciations,

and some must wear a crown of thorns. I found

my Via Dolorosa in your love.

And sometimes we proceed by prophecy,

or not at all—even if only to know

what destiny requires us to renounce.

O Lord of indirection and ellipses,

ignore our prayers. Deliver us from distraction.

Slow our heartbeat to a cricket's call.

In the green torpor of the afternoon,

bless us with ennui and quietude.

And grant us only what we fear, so that

Underneath the murmur of the wasp

we hear the dry grass bending in the wind

and the spider's silken whisper from its web.

These days they try to disguise their idiot ideas by dressing them in a free costume from the online thesaurus.

Ice-skinned killer-counting strategist practices, cheap perfumes stink of stinky candlelit dinners. - I have long understood: I can't win here! It is a living power outlet of the indomitable, pessimistic existence; I stretched the diodes of my brain all the way to my mind while the fever continued to shake like a lava lava flash in the thunderous volcanic eruption.

Still, what little playful practices of deceitful, calculating passions, emotions does life give you so that it can still hurt even after transparent pain and endured tragedies? Even more, the provable insecurity hurts ever more, for the most terrible thing is the Faith Breach: the secret covenant vow that is bound in the depths of a bursting heart.

Nowadays, man is turning his selfish, stubborn insides, like a shadow jacket, into a world of superficial exibition. He wouldn't understand anything about formless, treacherous romantic confessions, either because he lacks his greasy income or the promising chain of his credit cards. "Dads who have been banned from families for a long time, and their prodigal golden sons, stumble upon each other.

In a semi-digested world market, only those who have been able to party early can take prime. - The transgression of the living and the dead is punished by the fate of the living. The sphere of pain roaring with fires and sea bells can always break if you hear the truth in the vulnerable walls of the soul. - With tears, I spark into the proud sky of the seemingly flawless Horizons.

Because the jungle-treacherous world is about to leave itself, and the false witnesses, the Prophets of Tartuffe, tend to continue their creation. Instead of the enlightened music of the intellect, the foolish idiots, the poison idiots who take on new human forms, create a postmodern, partisan trend. Cries on its own, protests written-unwritten silence for divergent states!