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A Soul - An unwritten Book

A Soul - An unwritten Book

A soul is an unwritten book;

With a face as the cover page;

 First page writes about birth;

Other pages are various stages;

 child hood; Youth; Old age;

Everything is recorded in it;

 What the person once felt,

Thought, spoke and did

All remains active in the soul,

After it has left  its physical body.

Our earthly life is only

An empty middle station,

In between the pathway

 of our own  soul,

A journey whose purpose

 is to reach the destination:

Safe, with its original pureness,

Its original light-power,

Its original high trembling,

Everything is energy,

even our inner sensations,

thoughts, words and actions.

This means that we take with

 us into the spiritual

spheres our identity,

our consciousness or awareness,

our faults and weaknesses,

but also our inner joy and delights

 our devotion to God.

Negative things burden our soul,

 shadow and darken it.

Positive thoughts and actions relieve

 the soul and make it more light-filled.

BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Cherei,

Thanks for your valuable comments and appreciation

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WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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