What I have can’t be borrowed,
Begged, stolen or bought.
It’s not a soul
Everyone doesn’t have one of those.
It’s a life force
That comes from chemicals
And electric shocks
A nervous
Chatter in the mind of the universe
Your center is the center
Of the world proper
Your heart is the sun
Blazing into the moon
And igniting space
The mind is a vortex
A wormhole
A field beyond time
The mind is a nexus
That fills the body
With feelings
Sensations
Energy and light
The soul is nothing
But an abandoned
Architecture
But the mind is a mind
That is an unfolding
Of patterns
And juice
That makes
Love so real
You cannot grasp it
Even if you
Light it
With a
Match.
