Nobody can lose,
Find or please the soul,
Hide or torture it
Or trade the soul
With anything
That is different
Or like it.
It is not a commodity
But the emptiness
That resides in
The innermost cavity
Of the living heart
Or as some say,
The innermost core
Of the sedate mind
Or the concealed nature
Of an understanding mind
Felt as one
Throughout the body
Everywhere
As the cause of
Yours and mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nobody can lose, Find or please the soul, Hide or torture it Or trade the soul With anything That is different Or like it. a ine poem Thank u very much for ur soul poem. tony