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How light falls in the inner space of the eyeball 
Candle light seems brighter inside a dark room than outside in sunlight
A wise man said Survival is an instinct all living beings share
We all want to be in this dimension and not in that of death
The ugliest insect as well as you and me
Thank you for words to speak of certainties undefined
But I know when Grim Reaper comes for me
He shall appear as the most wonderful man I ever met
Like stepping into a mirror unfelt unseen
Then I shall cry again as a newborn
Resisting to the utmost passage back into life again
Swimming in a river of poetry 

What is the soul ?

And when I say soul

I mean the spirit within

The base of it all

That which is immortal ?

I know what other parts of me are

I know what my hands are

Everything has a location

Some parts of me I am not aware of

could be found by a doctor

but not the soul.

That constant sense of me-ness

I have had through all the changes.

I want to know what my soul is as

It's the only thing I can take with me.

Like my dog chasing his tail.

Imagine you wake up totally paralyzed

No memory at all - nothing -

There it is - your soul -

That which distinguishes

your body from being dead !

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