Parabola: Poetry of the Soul

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Image and Poetry from www.bucz.deviantart.com

“We barely remember who or what

came before this precious moment,

We are Choosing to be here right now.

Hold on, stay inside…

This holy reality, this holy experience. 
Choosing to be here in… 

This body. 
This body holding me. 

Be my reminder here that I am not alone in

This body, 
this body holding me, 
feeling eternal all this pain is an illusion. 

Alive 

This holy reality, 
in this holy experience. 
Choosing to be here in… 

This body. 
This body holding me. 
Be my reminder here that I am not alone in 
This body, 
this body holding me, 
feeling eternal all this pain is an illusion… 
Of what it means to be alive 

Swirling round with this familiar parabole. 
Spinning, weaving round each new experience. 
Recognize this as a holy gift and celebrate this 
chance to be alive and breathing 
chance to be alive and breathing. 

This body holding me 
reminds me of my own mortality. 
Embrace this moment. 
Remember. we are eternal. 
all this pain is an illusion.”

Author: Joe Quintana, M.A. | Multimedia Journalist
Editor-in-Chief at Journalism for the Soul
Master of Arts - Multimedia Journalism.