Soul and Spirit
The soul walks,
trembles, remembers, falls,
breathing inside the body
like a fragile flame
surviving in the wind of the world.
It is flesh that feels,
a word that vibrates,
a tear that descends.
And when the body grows silent,
the soul too fades
into the quiet of the earth.
But the spirit does not.
The spirit does not walk,
does not speak, does not wander.
It is the force that ignites,
the hidden engine
that holds life upright.
When the soul dissolves
and the body turns to dust,
the spirit returns to its origin,
without journey, without sky,
without paths to follow.
For what truly lives
has no need to move:
it is eternal, still, pure,
like the light that existed
before every birth
and after every end.
Masi Roberto © 2025
Dec 4, 2025
Dec 4, 2025 at 3:14 PM UTC
Soul and Spirit
The soul walks,
trembles, remembers, falls,
breathing inside the body
like a fragile flame
surviving in the wind of the world.
It is flesh that feels,
a word that vibrates,
a tear that descends.
And when the body grows silent,
the soul too fades
into the quiet of the earth.
But the spirit does not.
The spirit does not walk,
does not speak, does not wander.
It is the force that ignites,
the hidden engine
that holds life upright.
When the soul dissolves
and the body turns to dust,
the spirit returns to its origin,
without journey, without sky,
without paths to follow.
For what truly lives
has no need to move:
it is eternal, still, pure,
like the light that existed
before every birth
and after every end.
Masi Roberto © 2025
Reflection on the true nature of the soul and the spirit — the soul that walks and feels, and the spirit that returns to its origin.
Masi Roberto © 2025.
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