A step over simply existing....

Soul. An abstract notion of an invisible, intangible force that permeates every living being on earth. Be it human, plant or animal. An essence that gives life to a body of matter. Soul is life. Soul is wisdom. Soul is what makes us who we are.

It is the building block that sepparrates us from objects. It is an escalation from a state of simply existing to a state of being. Along with the gift of choice and power that accompanies it, we've become the stewards of the land. The consciousness that not only governs the paths of our lives, but also the direction in which the rest of the world moves.

We have been empowered by the gift of choice. And we have been gifted with the ability to identify with causes and effects, reasoning. Endowed with the capability to make our own choices, we swathe a path through the world and society. Each step we take brings us a step higher towards being an entity of profound wisdom and complex judgement. Each decision we make builds a character with a unique sense of being and thought. As the days pass by, and experiences decorate the calenders of our lives, our soul grows and nurtures itself. Like a seed, growing to a tree that reaches ever skywards. Yearning for the light of the sun that leads it on to a path of clarity and happiness. A path of growth.

But, it is clear that we are not the only beings with soul. For within animals, we can see life. We've seen how they interact and think. How they reason and rationalize. Yet, unlike us, they seem simple minded. Incapable of profound thoughts and complicated notions and feelings. They have been entitled to a lower level of being. A simpler form, with simpler tasks. For they live, to live. And they die willingly.

Yet, when we look closely at animals, another question comes up to mind. How exactly are we better than them? They are there to be guided by us. They are there for us to manipulate. They are there to aid us. Tools to help us survive in a world of matter. For we do not belong here. Our soul. It is not a part of this realm. It is a stranger. A lego piece of a different color. It is...Different. And these animals, these lower beings. They are here as stepping stones. They are like measures. For we live in a world of relativity. In our world. The only way to measure, is to have something to compare to. And the animals, they are something to compare to. Their soul is something to compare to ours. To show just how much we have escalated. How high we've come. Yet at the same time, how low we really are.

Yes. Soul. That is who we are. That is what we are. Soul. Emotions. Thoughts. Sorrow. Joy. Pain. Life. Rise. Rise up and look. For soul has been given to us. We, are truly gifted. For unlike animals, we could rise. We could grow. Unlike plants, we could move. We could talk. Unlike angels, we have choice. Unlike the devil, we have conscience. We, are different. We are like all of them, and yet, different from them. We have human souls.

Look up. For He does wait for us above. He has planted us here to grow. To nurture us. To teach us to look. To teach our soul the meaning of choice, beauty, pain. He brought life to us, to give light to all things we see. And He brought death to us that we may learn what it means to be free. Look up to God. Our soul is but a tiny reflection of the beauty that is Him. A vague picture of what He is. Pray to him. To Him do we strive towards. To Him is where we'll return, as nurtured souls.

colors of our world...

The colors of the world. Red, green, blue, white, black, and many colors in between. But who or what puts them in our lives? Is it the people around us? Or events transpiring within our lives? What gives color to our life?

Let's pause and take a look around us. What is it that brings the want for life back into our hearts? What are the things that tie themselves so closely to our emotions? Is it family? Or friends? Or perhaps it's the activities and things that we hold most dear to us? Money? Jewelery? Food? Think hard and long. Have you gotten any answers to the questions? Make sure that you've figured this out clearly before moving on.

Now, take your answers, and analyze them. Look at them closely. How is it that these people have found a way to establish a foothold within our hearts? How have we gotten addicted to these activities that bring life into our world? Once the underlying reason has been found, you've just gotten a step closer to discovering what it is that gives color to our world.

Now, present that reason out loud. Announce to yourself exactly why you love the things you love so much. This should help you realise one very important thing. That after you scrape off all the different layers of complexity of our thoughts, it all boils down to us. Only we could make ourselves enjoy something. Only we could make ourselves despise something. People and objects may paint colors onto the canvas of our world, but only we could shed the light that gives the objects colors.

ode to the dead

earth trembles
oceans split in terrible anger
deaths in the masses
a thousand heads lost in the waters


thrice a quake
thrice a shake
plates a sunder
heaving and sieving souls away


wrath of the heavens brought down to earth
tears rippling in the waves of sadness
Loved ones and hated lost in the floods
pulled away in the rising tides


death now hangs upon a heavy toll
ardent fury in tall waves cold
innocents taken from our plane and time
to return to an existence out of time


back to the One
returning to the Creator
be it in good faith
be it in torturous pain


return do thousands back to His realm
back to the earth
back to the grave
back to the grave


silence filled with mud
liquid air flooded in blood
breathing soil up to the lungs
swallowing it all


silence
blackness
tears
death

ghosts

Ever the realm of the unseen tickles us and sends shivers down our spine. Some of us ignore it, while others cringe in fear as soon as it comes touching them lightly upon their back. Some disbelieve in the hidden and otherworldly, while others seek it with genuine zest.

We've all had that sinking feeling before. As if we're being watched. As if something is stalking us from behind. And when we turn to look at it, we see nothing there. Why do we feel so? Where does this insecurity come from?

Most of us just dismiss it for our imagination. We're just nervous and we picture these things in our heads. Sounds rational. But has the thought ever occured to you, that perhaps these feelings are more than just a figment of your imagination? That perhaps, there is something there? Yeah. It's when that happens, that you find yourself cringing in fear and disgust. Why do we react such to these emotions?

This irrational fear of the unknown. This imprinted fear that's been branded upon us by tradition and society. It leaves us helpless in the face of spiritual entities as well as the forces of unlife. Upon seeing something we've learnt to identify with the dead, we stop on our tracks and find ourselves cowering in terror. So strong is their hold upon our fear that there's naught we could do to save ourselves from them. Boy they must be having fun looking at us running from them like mice.

Yet, even with all that power within them. They hide from us. Only occasionally do they appear vaguely within our perceptions, just teasing us and leaving us stunned by their magic acts. The occasional smoky image, and the beautiful womanly figure with the long black hair. As quickly they appeared, so they fade away.

People have learnt to associate these figures with spirits that have unfinished business. Ghosts tied to thise plane by strong ties or emotions that they have yet to overcome. Is that the case? Or are they something more? We can't really tell, considering the fact that they're far too difficult to catch and interview.

Be that as it may, we've all heard of stories, some of us have seen or felt it. Is it all real?

Death

Behold, the death of a star. Beauty at the end of life. An eye looking down upon us from the heavens. In death, is born life anew. Creation at the hands of destruction. None could portray this cycle of life, better than a star.

We've all seen death and destruction at work. Some of us seen more than others. But how many among us has seen life at work? It's no more ugly nor beautiful than death. Life, brings about suffering which death puts an end to. As it also brings joy, which death puts an end to. Death, is the eye opener. The cause that awakens the sleeping mind and soul. And one day, it will happen to us. For one day, we will become like the stars above.