Does soul have a
gender?
It is the body
that takes over...
In each birth
An envelope of
visual difference
Eyes see
Skin feels
But what is same?
The deep seas
Holding nothing...
To something...
To everything
Beyond sense of
understanding.
If this envelope
burns...
How will you see
me?
Have you thought ever...
The beautiful or
ugly?
It doesn’t matter
then.
The usual
And the
extraordinary
Is all same
Beneath...
Below...
Deep...
To the abyss,
Where darkness
and light
Melt in the
profound.
To sink, to
drench
To become free
Of what holds
everything
In place,
sabotaged...
Hostage...
Enslaved.
Does soul have a
gender?
To love you as a
woman?
Or to love you as
a man?
But to love, is
it necessary?
For me to be
opposite of YOU?
To complete the
half that’s not You,
Or to be like You
To repel the love
attraction.
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