The Silver Cord Poem by Haruna Garba

Protein free, frequency obscure
Mother to baby, soul to body-
you're the bridge to life on earth!
The Overself, when come to live,
a body is its necessary sanctuary.
With high vibrating blocks,
the soul builds its bridge to LIFELAND.
And when it wants sightseeing,
it sneaks out anchored tight.
When it hovers above the bed,
it is still anchored to the heap,
Then freely sailing it goes
to every continent, to every spot
through war zones to friends
all these with the body a snoring heap.
And when the exploration all is over,
the cord drags its MASTER home.
So it goes as the overself lives
until its full lessons are learned-
time for the cord to sever for good.
And like in divorce, the couple falls part-
no longer able to think of love.