A man went soul searching
After feeling life's longing
He assumed his soul abroad
On some peak, tied with silver cord
Admitting he was bored sick
He picked a walking stick
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...
....
......
After many a walk
He found his stick could talk
'You seek your soul' said the stick
'Why don't you throw me in a creek?'
Having done so I was surprised
Sitting here
It's myself that has arrived.
There is nothing in all things
Unless the soul is participating
Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 8:23 PM UTC
A man went soul searching
After feeling life's longing
He assumed his soul abroad
On some peak, tied with silver cord
Admitting he was bored sick
He picked a walking stick
..
...
....
......
After many a walk
He found his stick could talk
'You seek your soul' said the stick
'Why don't you throw me in a creek?'
Having done so I was surprised
Sitting here
It's myself that has arrived.
There is nothing in all things
Unless the soul is participating
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