there came

a dry wind today
a dry wind that took the heat
and left it cool.

under that wind, there was
a light.

a flicker, really.

it spoke of souls.
not of religious souls,
but of human souls.

of those souls, some
fancy it outside of the body.
some use the body as if it
were electric. some do not
believe there is a soul at all.

there was an idea of death
behind the soul speak. if
water is removed from a
glass, is it any less wet?
does it become something
else? does it cease to exist?

life is preparation for death.
the soul is wet like water.
the body is rigid like glass.

god wasn't outside the looking
glass after all.

the energy is inherent, the soul is
of creation and evolution. it is wider
than all things lain on end. it is. and
sometimes it is not. the purpose of
death is to understand life. the purpose
of life is to understand, to become ready
for death.

there exists no money in this, for greed
is a relative term. the accumulation of
junk doesn't tie in either. there is a
perception of love, but none that we
have come to yet define. and it is wet.

a dry wind came in today.
a dry wind that took the heat
and left it cool.

there was a light.

it shone of a small thought, but I
can't remember it now.