souls

“You are a little soul carrying about a corpse, as Epictetus used to say.”

― Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

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What is real?

Really?

Oh I know

We are deeply in love with the concrete

And oft we can see nothing else

What is in front of us, that we can touch, see, smell

We are obsessed with our bodies

And what they wear

What we put in them

How they smell

How they feel

How they look

We grab hold of concrete things our cars, our homes

We grab hold of titles

And roles

Like drowning people grab hold of

Whatever floats

Whatever is there!

We are like Finn the dog

Who obsessed with his ChuckIt! Ultra Ball

Sees nothing else

But that streak of orange and blue

As it bounces down the road

But what is real

Or rather what is the most real about us

It is our soul

It is our psyche

The divine breath

That makes us who we are

Sacred Children

Teilhard de Chardin had it right

We are not human beings having a spiritual experience.

We are spiritual beings having a human experience

So why do we spend so little time on our souls

Why do we spend so little time nurture what is most real about us?

If I am honest, even I, as a person who is supposed to be

All about the spiritual, spends way too little time on my soul

Mind you!

The Sacred does not need a lot of help

But the Sacred does need watchfulness

Openness

Willingness

And yes time

And the soul needs to be nurture

So that it may be strong

Strong enough

To carry this corpse around

well