There once lived an old soul,
A wanderer with weary feet.
A fateful day of good chance
We happened to meet.
This soul was wise.
And broken, I was foolish.
And unspoken
Was our conversation
Self conservation was the topic.
I listened in adoration
As silently he spoke.
And when I went to interject
My words constricted in my throat
This old souls silence
Taught me lessons i feel I could never know
To save yourself, he never said
You must let yourself go.
We loose all we covet
For in the darkest hour
It is our bodies, and love of it
That causes life to sour.
Selflessness is peace
And charity is love
When we finally come to cease
The hoarding of the above.
Is when we can finally be free
And as I dwelled on these things
I turned to see this soul by my side
Only to find there was no one else
In this space of mine.
