Travelling through Soul

Poetry

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My home is where my soul goes
When the winds of the world
Blow cold
No one can touch my soul though
Because it’s written in the winds
Of wherever my home goes.
The temple of love hymns away the whistle blows
Of the machined cave
The light shifts through my head, shoulders,
Out my toes
Deep into the earth’s soul
Firmly rooted
The light from beneath me lifts me up completely
My third eye in overload
And the energy implodes
Into my soul.
My soul is my home and I hear it singing
Lightly against the rainbows of life’s wind
And every life’s wind.