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My body lives on this planet earth
You can see me, touch me, feel me
I move through daily life
All, it seems, is normal
Yet well beneath the skin
Lives another human being
Who bears little resemblance to
This body which houses her
In and among the cells resides a soul
Quite separate from the body
A soul which drifts in and out of an ethereal world
Where needing is non-existent
Where the air is sweeter than any known here
Where dreams and reality intermingle seamlessly
I live 2 lives
Skin, a skull, bones, muscles, organs, which move in unison
To the beat of the doldrums of this life
At the same time, an invisible soul soaring above the surface
watching the body move through its daily functions
A soul which feels only joy and lightness
A soul which is free to 'imaginate' an ideal reality
A soul which makes the existence of life in the body bearable
A soul which furtively fuels the body and regenerates the mind
By its very invisible-ness
No one can steal what they cannot know exists
No one can rob the intangible from the cracks and crevices of this body
It is known only to me
And there it shall remain, my true source of life
C.Lynn Ferguson
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