Soul

Oh but the soul is not asleep!
It is the mover of the moved,
It treads into the rose path
It warms the heart.
It loiters in the desert
With some regret.
It earns the joy
And yes, it can destroy.
Sweet and bitter consequences
Coming from the five senses
Result from its direction
Its fond participation.
It smiles, it frowns, it clowns.
It is genuine,
It is loving,
It is everything.
Out in the sunlight
Or out of sight,
It can be dormant
All things irrelevant,
Lost deep inside
Until awareness turns the tide.
Awareness will abide
Smaller than invisibility,
Mighty as eternity.
It is you, it is me.