Soul Released， by Muse Gong

Soul Released

by Muse Gong

 

In the release of the soul, does a spirit linger?

Unconfirmed,

untouched by falsification,

the soul's essence hovers.

 

What defines this elusive soul?

Where does it dwell?

A chorus of debate among the seekers of truth.

 

Devoid of soul,

the world stands in crystalline clarity,

Yet, ensnared in the embrace of a soul,

endless entanglements unfold.

 

Who, with audacity, denies the soul's existence?

Does such denial render one a mere cadaver,

bereft of essence?

Explorers emerge, delving into the study of the soul,

Some measure its weight,

others witness its form,

And a rare few commune with the very essence.

 

The soul, a fount of literary genesis,

A vessel of inspiration in the realm of art,

Inherently a creature of language and verse,

The soul, the quintessence of thought—profound, vibrant, alluring.

 

In realms religious,

the soul eludes grasp,

Transforming into the core of faith,

Manifesting as the eternal architect of existence.

 

A paradoxical shackle,

the soul binds, Yet,

 it encompasses all,

omnipresent and all-encompassing.

A mystical artifice, the soul's enchantment,

A wellspring of both magic and turmoil.

 

Infuse the wings of the soul with poetry,

Let them ascend unhindered,

Unfurling the most beguiling hues in the depths of the spirit.

 

Where dwells the soul?

In the sanctuary of your heart.

Alas, Plato's soul adorned in the regal cloak of Pope Gregory.