Organ of Light
What if the soul was an organ.
An organ of light.
What if the soul was a prayer wheel spinning in both directions
fired by our breath.
What if this was the place we were supposed to listen from
only we didn’t know where to put our ear.
What if the soul was the birthplace of creativity
the organ of the seventh sense.
Like the ears are the way we hear
and the eyes are the way we see
the mouth was the way we taste and kiss
and the nose was the way we smell
and the body is the way we feel
and the soul was really like that…
something illusively tangible
but palpable. Useful and divine.
Something or place we could reach.
What if when we stopped listening
to our creativity and our own unique expression
we shut off the voice
of the soul and could no longer hear her song.
What…if it was not too late?
It’s not you know.
The soul is a renewable place
fired by God’s own spirit
and waiting and ready for us
whenever we are ready to listen.
To explore. Pursue. Meander.
Have tea with.
What if talking with the muse
made the soul a little closer
What if the way to hear our
own soul song was to move our body?
to move our brush?
Do you think we could hear it then?
I would like to sit and listen to your soul’s song.
Would you listen to mine?
This is it right here.
Asking ridiculous questions on a Sunday
what if soul is an organ of light?