To Save a Soul

Are we dual, physical, or merely an ideal?
Are we separate entities that live intrinsically,
Damning one another,
Damning ourselves?

Or are we bodies,
And although fantastic,
Although capable,
Designed merely to feel, to act, to breathe
And slowly stifle these,
To decompose
And Die,
in body and name,
When the photo’s and memories fade?

Or perhaps we exist
Beyond the materials we imbue,
Bouncing of one another
Like idea’s
That have no real meaning
Outside the flesh containers
Our minds have built
And gathered
Collectively,
Singularly;
Animations within an inanimate space
And time?

How can we disprove
Something that is not science,
That is not god,
Something
That we cannot see but only touch,
Something
We can give but never really take?

I often contemplate
The existence of a soul
And have drawn my own conclusions
From the times I’ve felt a breath of another on my neck,
A heaviness in my breast,
A look from across the room,
A whisper from a memory in my ear.

The soul will be a legacy:
An accomplice to our actions,
And imprint in the world we leave behind.
I see my soul
In the eyes of others
That both love and revere me.
I see a soul
In the mirror
That is not mine
But of something more that was left behind
By something more than myself alone.

I smile,
I’m fond of thinking
That maybe
It’s never to late to save a soul.