my body is the vessel that holds my soul.
my soul is the guest, my body is the host.
my soul feels my feet and hands though my
skin and my mind and my heart. The body
accommodates what the soul desires what
it cannot hold when it was first out there
floating in the air, in space in anywhere.
This soul is not trapped. It is residing here
by its own will and desire. There is no quarrel
between this body and soul. They are friends
and lovers and they know what they want
together in this little world where i live.
i am then at peace. I am held by both of them.
In gladness. In collaboration. In their own time.
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