Poem & Pictures (from the soul)

What does your soul look like?
How does your soul feel?


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My soul looks like a train, 
stopping from thought to thought,
from one station to another. 
It looks like a shadow of a flower on a wall
or my shadow when i dance.
It looks like unravelling my chest wide open to
let the flowers spring outwards. 
It looks like wet soil holding seeds,
singing lullabies.
I cultivate wings in my soul garden. 

My soul feels like it diffuses throughout the train and spills out, causing it to disassemble.
It feels like a bottle filled until overflow. 
It sometimes feels like a grain of sand among
the thunderstorms of thoughts - I even forget it's there;
other times it feels like a whole shore
sitting quiet, 
waiting for the sea to caress it. 

I feel my soul most present among silence:
Through a brief summer breeze,
a silent wave in the ocean, 
a summer sunset, 
a starry night too.
When something moves me, 
like hearing a busker's soft music flooding the street,
I wonder if my soul comes out through my pores
in the form of goose bumps blooming on my skin.
When i cry with all my strength,
is that my soul pouring out too?


It runs away from me sometimes - 
my soul takes the train of thought
and goes on adventures
i don't even know exist within me. 
I'm looking to buy a train ticket
To join my soul one day... 

[by Ana]