poet philosopher
soul
Soul, that part of you that demands attention, hungers for expression, screams out in the dark, whispers throughout the day. Soul takes you to the centre of the universe and leaves you there. Makes you drink red wine with Pavlova when you reason that you should be sipping water and nibbling green beans. It has you making outrageous statements to strangers, asserting lists of non sequiturs to friends, and the very next day swapping it all around again. It makes you follow your heart even when you know it will hurt. Soul is that part of you that would have you believe you can fly. It’s the part of you that is able to laugh when you observe a child plummeting to the ground as they attempt to walk for the first time. Soul is that burnt orange sky. It is the bush fire roaring like a song that has us scared and drawn in at the once. It is that part of you that lives for the experience of being alive, despite all the words that are writ that are keeping you scared, cautious, profoundly righteous and deeply asleep. It has you angry one moment and in fits of laughter the next. It is your greatest achievements and your grandest mistakes. It is the very intelligence of you. It is your humanness. It is you.
Phillip C Gordon
wholeness is not optional
