Where is my soul?

Where then, can I find my soul?

Is it indissolubly connected with my life

or does it swim with my blood

in the flood through my veins?

What if I cut myself and lose a part?

Or do I have to search inside my head

in the sparkles between the synapses

along the axons and the dendrites?

And if I forget, one day

shall my soul also disappear?

Will I dissect my heart

slice pieces of it

watch them with a magnifying glass

if I can see all those feelings,

or if my joy is baked in the wall of it,

if I hear it on the beat all the tears and the sorrow?

What if my heart suddenly stops,

is this also the end of my soul?

Just to be sure I’ll go somewhat deeper

till I meet the smallest cell and then still a bit further,

maybe I see in my genes

why I’m afraid of death,

and frightened to live fully my life?

Can I read in my amino acids

What brings the day of tomorrow?

I’ve still so many ways to go,

so much to travel, stand still for a while,

so many questions which haunt my mind

why am I born in this body

why am I thinking this?

18/04/2015

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