In this Society, the Soul Wanders Shocked & Homeless

In this society, the soul wanders

homeless and shocked.

The constant elbowing

and pushing ego

knocks it senseless.

Even the simplest of soulful ways,

moving to Nature's rhythms

and following Her song-paths,

becomes a constant struggle.

Processed inspirations are sold

as medicine for the aching soul.

But instant soup can't fill a belly

longing for real food.

So the soul retreats to its native habitat—

forests, mountains, honest books, raw poetry,

spaces where two hearts whisper secrets...

There, the soul remembers it is

the source of every thing.

It recalls how society was born

from Nature's wild womb and

returns to the workaday world

seeing its radiance

sparkling in the eyes

of every mask.