embody

concentration of mind
reveals the truth of humanity

this truth, the existence of our divine soul.
the beauty it possesses? 
to embody endless forms

we could declare this the root to our inevitable suffering
the idea of having lived prior lives
and made countless memories 
the universal longing to perpetually hold on -
it is this idea of
having to forget all from before
we find beautiful, yet tragic
it almost seems as though
we remember 
to forget
we love to 
feel lost
we express 
to feel empty
we create
to understand

complexities within a realm of incomprehensible simplicity
allows us to endlessly wander
within our minds
each decision we make, to do something
results in something entirely meant to be
nothing lacks purpose
with each soul so unique
imagining the absence of one we love
is impossible
yet we know someday -
sometime in the endless future
or perhaps floating around in our beginningless past
lies the deepest feelings ever felt
lies these feelings in their purest form, 
an ungraspable energy
and when we claim to feel upon our skin
it is only because of the touching of the soul
do we feel.

perhaps, this divine soul of ours, exists simply to feel.
and while we feel so full of emotion and entwinement
it amounts to nothing
(this we call, our perpetual cycle of being)
understanding the significance of the existence of our 
self.
this, we call, life.