Body, soul, and spirit are we who
walk upon this earth.
Bound only by the limits of what we
do not comprehend.
Once understood, no cage nor chain
nor thought keeps us from roaming.
Roaming throughout the realm of
discovery, seeking knowledge and love.
We are curious creatures by nature,
and nature shall govern our path.
Only discouraged
by our prejudice and laziness shall we fail in this quest.
The body is physical…real; comprised
of muscle, bone, tissue, and blood.
Blood that is
spilled by war and conflict
Bones that are
broken as easily as the promises of mankind.
Our body is our chariot, we need to
fuel it, clothe it, and nurture it for many decades.
The soul is our ethereal connection with
the cosmic universe, our God, as we perceive Him.
Our soul is the hidden room that
very few may enter, lest we extend an invitation to them.
We keep our darkest secrets within
our soul, our hopes and dreams locked away.
Spirit is the way we live, laugh,
love, and present ourselves as we go through life.
Although we attempt to keep our spirits high, occasionally
a spirit is broken.
Broken by heartache, meanness,
spite, or wrongdoings by hateful individuals.
When death arrives for us, we
resist…for we want to live on forever.
We cannot avoid the end, yet we also
cannot seem to prepare for it correctly.
Resistance, avoidance, failure to
accept…all ways we sidestep the reality of death.
But when we die, not all of us shall
pass into the netherworld. We go in
stages.
First, our body is put back into the
Mother Earth from whence it came.
Next, our soul is released into the
atmosphere to search for another place.
Finally, our spirit is remembered by
all around us who loved us, cared for us, and grieves for us.
The chariot rides no more, the
hidden room is closed off for good, but the spirit remains…forever.