Where is My Soul Now?

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And sometimes I must go looking for my soul.
It gets concealed in a fortress
and it might be peeking out
from some tall tower somewhere
waving a white handkerchief,
beckoning me toward heroism,
action, motivation, conviction.
It is up to me to find a way in,
past the brambles and briars
of my ancient history,
beyond the edifice
I have constructed
to give the appearance of strength
and stability,
past all the distractions
of the sensual world…
Without getting trapped
in games about worthiness
but going straight through
with a clear perception
I find the stairs to the tall tower.
Everything I thought I knew was wrong.
There is only this simple moment
and the question
Where is my soul now?

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