Fatigue

We all know that our body gets tired;
for that is the body’s role;
it ports us around; until it’s retired;
taking its lead from the soul.

For the soul is the life of the being;
it plays the needed energy roles;
its thoughts, always hearing and seeing;
it comforts, loves, and consoles.

Though the body requires its sleep;
the soul never becomes fatigued;
only the body, will the reaper reap;
the soul’s ability has us intrigued.

In the night the body is nocturnal;
while the soul can never sleep;
the soul was created to be eternal;
and, has its promises to keep.

The body will eventually wear out;
and, its light will no longer shine;
the soul is what eternity is about;
for, it’s consciousness, divine.

The body is an illusion of physicality;
its multidimesionality is seen;
the soul is the truth; the totality;
encountered within the dream.

The body is the shell of the turtle;
the coccoon of the butterfly;
death is merely one more hurdle;
for the soul can never die.