The Soul

Nobody can lose,

Find or please the soul,

Hide or torture it

Or trade the soul

With anything

That is different

Or like it.

It is not a commodity

But the emptiness

That resides in

The innermost cavity

Of the living heart

Or as some say,

The innermost core

Of the sedate mind

Or the concealed nature

Of an understanding mind

Felt as one

Throughout the body

Everywhere

As the cause of

Yours and mine.