"Take care of your soul," my mother said.
We were sitting in the car, driving under the sun when the words left her mouth. It took seconds to feel the impact of that short sentence.
Take care of your soul.
And I thought, how does one do that really?
Do I carry it well like my favourite book?
Do I keep it as clean as my room?
Do I hide it like all my secrets?
Perhaps, we should think of ourselves as soldiers, our bodies our shield and our minds our sword. And the war we fight is to honour our gift – our heart, our breath, our life – our soul.
- Things my mother said
YOU ARE READING
Infinite Pauses (Poetry)| ✔ PUBLISHED|
Poetry#15 in poetry (17/08/2017) a formation of words that appear in the middle of midnight or lazy daylight. these words know no hour, they form when and of what they want. - Love. Sadness. Ocean. Earth. Courage. Faith. Strength.- (In no particular order...
