THE SOUL

 

The soul

The me, myself and I in each and every one of us

Me, who I am in this life

Myself, who remembers more

I, who believes

 

The soul

Eternal, infinite, immortal

‘Me’ will cease to exist on this plane of existence

‘Myself’ knows there’s more

‘I’ live one lifetime after another

 

Fate

The soul calling onto itself that which it knows

Has always known

Ever shall know

On every plane of existence

 

Two souls

Drawn to each other

From out of the multitudes

Of each and every one of us

And we marvel, in awesome wonder

 

What truths and compatibility are found

Two minds that think as one

Two hearts that beat in rhythm

Two who know they are one

 

For better and for worse

In sickness and in health

And death cannot part us

 

The ‘me’ who we are in this life

Will one day cease to exist

Our ‘self’ remembers

And knows

‘I’ will live again

And be drawn to you, by fate

 

The miracle that is life

Of being my, myself and I

And finding you

And knowing ‘we’ shall always be

What better reward could life offer

None