Volumes of the Soul

When poetry is poetic it is just is

No it does not come out right it just is what it is

You say that writing is the way to clear and cure the soul

But the soul abounds above the volume of words on a page

It is the beating drum of the heart which keeps the rythum of the Soul

Are you listening?

Have you heard your heart speak today?????

Does it sound like the gentle pitter patter of a summer sprinkle

Do you hear the low rumble of the Thunder as electricity buzzes and builds under the skin

That is the soul it speaks in volumes above what words can ever say

The gentle vibration that lies just under, between clouds and muscle

You say the Soul is silent and the voice is what speaks and controls

You say you cannot hear it but the truth is listening is not a skill that all posess

Do you hear the pounding of the heard that rolls over your body in a wave so full and robust that the crash turns up sand and shells to bring a renewed sense of cleanliness and peace?

The Soul voice speaks in volumes above and below what words will ever do