The SOUL

I lie be headed with my soul creeping,

It sees the death still stands living,

It flies with wings of desire to be,

The unconstrained feeling,

Of being unblemished, being virgin, not obscene,

Of being altruistic, being humble, not brutal,

Of being worthy, being precious, not chaffy,

Of being alive in the womb of cessation.

It enjoys the atmosphere of fleeing,

It enchants the joy of escaping the writhe's robe,

It is unchained of the relations and sins,

It abides to the glorious nudity.

Now is the time to evade moratlity,

Be balnk to merge with heart of agility,

Be aloof to embrase the vaccum,

Immortal now it is leaving an empty volume.