All my life I have searched for the soul
It is the answer to why we exist
A goal for us as long as we still persist
Probably the soul is an identity one should seek?
Another version of one that you should go out and greet
I traveled all over the globe
Searched every destination known to man
But, I couldn’t find what we phantom is a soul
That is waiting eagerly in a place for an ecstatic greeting
Or, can I even detect it’s spiritual presence
Neither could I locate a soul through any physical essence
Disappointed and puzzled I was…..
I decided to open the textbooks of knowledge
To what people called “science”
The gateway to all things known and unknown
That will uncover all things small and great
I hope to expose the soul from our candid innate
Excited that endeavors awaited my anxiousness to what the future may bring
I departed feverishly to unravel God’s mystery
Trying to find a master key to unlocking a trinity of secrets
Something that will win a Nobel Prize
Might it turn out be the mechanics that spin the hands of time?
A way for our youth to be rewind
To even halt one from dying
If the soul is still there binding
Full throttle for me to keep on trying
I searched every mathematical calculations
Explored every physics and tested every scientific theory
Laminating everything I learned into memory
Into the multi-dimensions brought about by alternate universes
To where everything man discovered is now the inverse
A place where space and time flows in reverse
Only to discover that it all leads to a room we rendered empty
A place well known to be less than nothing
Like Einstein, I see a worm hole into the realms of oblivion
A tunnel to where the source might reside at the end
Is this where God is?
Is this the intelligence that created the multiverse for what we perceived is everything?
But left no purposeful manuals for anything
Left me even more puzzled than my first premise that was less perplexed
It was a conundrum I refused to accept
Only death can unveil this truth
But, you can’t die and return to test this fact
Something that utterly made no sense
Just like our lives here on Earth
Why even be born with a soul through birth?
Can’t be the explanation to what we experienced as cruelty and unfairness
There must be a better theory, a better law, a marvelous explanation into unclearness?
The more data I find, the more I get confused
To arise at this answer was to labor endless questions
Which arises into a atlas of tandem repeats
As it became a psychedelic mind retreat
That leads to one’s mental insanity
A total collapse of spiritual vanity
It drove me mad at the uncertainties
Saddens me by futility
Made me unembraced reality finding no better solution to this cruelty
And as people started dying all around me
I asked why? Is the soul in death? At final rest?
Then I searched the spiritual realms…
Is the soul a ghost, a spirit? A force?
To me, not a plausible explanative source
Through religion I adventured to search for a soul
To where some said that a soul is found inside myself
But, where is it actually?
I can’t tear myself apart to uncover my soul
Couldn’t even peaked inside to say “hello,”
Seems like a guy that is way too mellow
It doesn’t let me know how it’s doing
Or, can I communicate to it where my life is going
“Nah…couldn’t be the answer,” I said
Routed full circle to science in the discipline we know as medicine
How come when people die, I don’t see the soul depart?
From the dead, I didn’t see a light of energy most said is the tunnel to the afterlife
All I see is a failed corpse to where life use to be
Is this conviction what I see, the truth?
So, how can that be the beginning to a better life?
Maybe my duo optic glands are playing a deceitful ruse
Hindering me from what I am not yet ready to see
It seems like a hostage scene not ready for one to be set free
Perhaps the brain tuning on to the wrong channel?
Then I finally realized…..
That I’ve been making it more complicated than it seems
It is really simple by all means
Life is a state of consciousness where the soul is suppose to exist
Without the body, there probably isn’t a soul.
The medical explanation was an eye-opener
The soul is composed of electrical discharges
That ends when a physical body is no longer viable
Where it no longer illuminates what we rendered as precious life
A chemical reaction sensed by neurons from the very first signal
Via perceptory mechanorecepto rs and chemoreception from its’ initial nerve endings
Sent by gangliodendroc ytes into the dorsal horn of the spinal cord
Some decussate the midline to the contralateral side
To the cerebrum incorporated by the dominant hemisphere
And interpreted as sensory life
That chemical pathway is view as the soul
A reaction made possible by sodium and calcium channels
In the brain, continued through neurotransmitt ers
A storm of battery operated impulses like a thundering violent storm
Gone when the body rests in eternal peace
Bring no promises from maternal birth
Made life just a temporary lie when we die
