Soulful Yearnings
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Complete Tue, May 5, 2015<5 mins
We know that we have souls buried deep within our flesh. Why? Because the pain of longing explodes from deep inside our frail bodies with the force of a thousand storms, ripping and tearing and possessing our flesh and bones with a demonic spell. Clutching and sucking the breath and life from those elusive souls. Yes, I have proof that I have a soul.
Yearnings can be so demanding, so consuming, and when we are powerless to fill our souls with solutions, with even a infinitesimal bit of balm to anoint and begin to heal the deep wounds that seem to rend our bodies into a thousand bits, then we know that we have a soul. When every fiber of our being, our presence on this sadistic earth burning and feeling so alone, so solitary, despair washing over our very being, then we know we have a soul.
Sometimes our soul seems more real than our actual flesh and blood bodies.
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