SOULMATE – THE SECOND HALF OF THE SAME SOUL

Categories Human Nature, Meditation

There is a soulmate for everyone,
so they say;
a soul that is so close
there’s no distance in between.
Two bodies, but one soul.
Two persons destined to be together.

A workmate it could be
who you mingle with happily and freely;
one who decorates life;
a confidant with no strings attached;
the one with whom there’s a deep connection;
with whom secrets are safe.

Or a friend whose advise
is well-measured, reliable, and selfless.
One whose gentle strokes
mould your moods until
the balance is just right;
and then adds some melodies
that make every tone pleasing.

Or a family member who
perpetually walks by the side,
keeps the fire in the soul burning;
with whom grey skies are changed to blue
with whom snowy mountains are climbed;
with whom mighty oceans are sailed
and burning deserts crossed.

Or a long-lost mate with whom you were
two jubilant and elated souls during times of
pomp, feasting, and joy;
and on the flip side,
two supportive souls
that wiped each other’s tears,
and encouraged one another to sail on
when the seas were rough and filled with
hopelessness, uncertainties, grief, and sadness.

How beautiful it would be
if a soulmate were also
the spouse or a true love
with whom dreams are dared and
love is painted all over each other’s
heart and spirit.
“True love is finding
your soulmate in your best friend,”
so said Faye Hall.

I am an epic introvert, who quickly becomes an open book when I pen what’s in my significantly fertile mind; fertile as a result of bombardment by realities that are continuously captured by my inquisitive eyes, ears which are constantly rubbing the ground, through constant reading, and through dreaming too.

Writing provides an opportunity to ‘say’ what my unapologetic quiet mouth will not say; which not only soothes me, but also bequeaths to me a relief, a release, and a hope that the written words will change the world, even if only one person at a time.

And so should you seek, that’s where to find me; deeply tucked inside the blankets of reading, seeing, listening, dreaming, and then writing.

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