The Seat Of The Soul

A long time ago, a lifetime ago

I began a search for the seat of the soul

I was not alone. My soul guided me.

Observing the open chest, the open skull, the pulsating heart and brain

I was awed by the glorious work of the Creator

But I did not find the seat of the soul.

Elbow deep in viscera. Hands on the beating heart.

Guiding the newborn into the air for the first time.

I searched. My soul stood by silently.

The path is a zig-zag path. The life is the path.

The path is alive, my soul said, look and learn.

Buried in books I searched for the answer.

In prayer, in ritual I searched for the answer.

Working, teaching, singing, touching, healing I searched for meaning.

My soul stood by me and prodded me along the path.

Where in the body is the seat of the soul?

The soul is not in the body, my soul whispered softly, keep searching

When you have found it, you have found it.