The Soul's The Memory Of Itself Poem by Patti Masterman

The Soul's The Memory Of Itself



The self's the mind, that moves with stealth;
Of self, the soul is wholly wealth.
The soul's not something on a shelf,
The soul's the memory of itself.

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