My soul yearns to be given a glimpse
Of the power which can melt a hardy stone
My soul yearns to break free from me
To fly high over clouds
And cross the borders of Earthly existence!
Yet, my soul will have to keep itself steady
For the body it inhabits
Has duties to perform,
Actions to be accomplished,
Reactions from past lives to be tolerated!
Yes, my soul will have to understand
That the body it inhabits
Does carry, along with it
The heart of a maiden
One, so brittle and frangible
That it had ceased to believe in itself
One, so shaky and delicate
That it had opted to beat only for survival purposes!
Why, my soul, though yearning and pining
For that which remains unknowable
Will have to abide to the whims of my heart
After all, it is merely acting out of its set humanity
Has been shaken out of its self chosen concealment
For Life has thrust upon its mechanisms
Some magical potion
Willing it to beat faster
To bloom into millions of lilies
To grow into crawling vines
Yes, to thirst
For the profundity of passion!