Becoming Human Becoming Soul

I have a body that dies and a soul that lives on... I dialog with
a body... my body... that died... and this same body that has had three broken
necks,,, It(my body) is trying to coach my soul to be more kind to it... but
more... my soul is also attempting to educate my body to coax it into going
along with its attempts at magnanimity... A soul is like a bronco buster... it
tames the beast but if we abuse our domesticated beast and we break it... then
we own it... and we should be as the Good Samaritan and restore it... nurture
our tamed body...

This soul ride is amazing some days...


Illusion is real to the puppets you play
You Souls above believe our pain below
is for your learning and perhaps it is
but you do not pay for my pain... I do... we do...
The bodies... you chose...below...

We are the ones who... because you chose us....
who wriggle...writhe... and squirm
when you do not get your lesson's learned...

We are upset with you... We want you to give us a break... Quit your fatalism... It may mean and I mean mean... ...
that you may have to take more time or lives
to learn your lessons... but if you will just back off
and not demand that you...yes you with your arrogance... believing that I ... you... me... we... are just imagining all of this .... loneliness...

If you had an eye... I would be tempted to spit in... I might spit in your eye... but you are blind...
but you are as a puppy... reaching out for a tit...
as you chew and scrub... hoping I... we will continue to give you your bodies for you to consume... You have no eyes... or... or you would see... and then you would know that you kill me... we die... for you to get your lesson's learned...

Yes... your lessons are your gods...
I would ask you to seek another god,,,
quit searching and find...
loving kindness inside...even for me... the illusion you created... the one you created below... here on the end of your string...

yes...me...we... bring us along to eternity or cut loose and let us be...

rudi