The Song of the Soul

Note from the Author: I am in my second of three weeks on rotation for pharmacy school, which means I have little to no downtime. I don’t want to rush a post and publish something not up to my standard. Instead, I will be sharing some of the poetry I wrote in search of these deeper truths. This second one is called “The Song of the Soul.”

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Here begins the story of the fith.

It is said that all in space and time

Have at their core an essence unique,

An energy of a different realm.

It is the spark that lights the fire,

The kernel within the hailstone,

The beating heart within our bodies.

This essence is a gift from the Mind,

To all of its diverse creations.

This most special notion is called ‘fith.’

The fith may be better known as ‘soul,’

But definitions do ensnare it,

For it is far more fundamental.

The fith is one’s blood and whole being,

Personality, inclinations,

Thoughts, desires, and all of their wants.

The fith is within all living things,

Each unique in itself, for the Mind

Employs infinite diversity.

The fith may be understood as two:

The self, which one can easily control,

And the lesser mind, which can control.

In the self is personality,

A unique pattern of desires

Wherein rests one’s own identity.

The mind is incomprehensible,

And though it resides within the brain,

It has agency of its own will.

Alas, from where does the fith herald?

The Mind is like a beautiful tree,

Branching inside and out of itself

Forever in every direction.

The Mind inhabits all dimensions,

Unfathomable to its offspring

For all its profound complexity.

The Mind can not be visualized

By any one human brain in full,

For all things ever reside within.

These branches weave amongst each other,

Coming together at farthest points,

All while diverging within themselves.

These branches follow family lines,

Personality types, interests,

Desires, wants, needs — a tapestry.

Each fith, each soul, is but a thin slice

Of one of these infinite branches.

Each is connected to the other.

This beautiful embroidery is

You, your family, your friends, your pets,

Your neighbors, even your enemies.

All are knit from the same endless cloth,

Everyone a unique point in space,

In Time, and in our society.

Just as one can peer into the depths

Of the dark night sky, so can one peer

Into the depths of their existence.

The fith is an eternal being.

Energy cannot be created,

Nor can it be so wholly destroyed.

The universe itself condemns this.

Thus, even when the body passes,

The fith will ever remain in full

To live the eternity it earned.

One’s actions and decisions follow

From the crib all the way to the crypt.

It is said that you reap what you sow.

And although the fith may not enter

Another material body,

Nature encodes the soul’s attributes.

From parent to child they migrate,

Moving down the branches of the Mind

With each next generation of life.

In this way may the living preserve

The breath of the dead all around them,

Their forebears, neighbors in existence.

We are the offspring of existence,

The progeny of reality,

So let us tend to our family.

The Thieving One steals naught but from himself.

The hateful detest their own brethren.

The liars rather deceive themselves.

The calling of the fith is to work

To better the flawed world around

For the sake of all life, everywhere.

The fith has the most noble calling.