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The Soul

by Bobjim

Member since 2002 · Posted 6 Dec 2004 · 6 comments

In the centre of the mind there is a cavern, Where lies the mystery of the Soul. A sanctuary for kindness, pity and sorrow, The refuge of love and tenderness. Here secure but imprisoned Cornered and unafraid, They create the warmth, That filters through To the outer being And softens those features that confront us. Too often this cavern in the centre of the mind, Becomes incarcerated by the vile and the corrupt. Cruel deeds, perverted thoughts, hurtful passions. Such evils impede the migration of the 'good things' As they permeate towards that inner cell. They become defiled, Their purity is lost. No longer can they penetrate The membrane of the Soul. The fire dies, the warmth fades, the features harden.

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[6] Dovina 6-Dec-04/9:28 AM Reply
Do not the "perverted thoughts, hurtful passions" originate in the "centre of the mind," the very place "incarcerated" that you want to protect from those things? That doesn't make sense.
[n/a] Bobjim › Dovina 7-Dec-04/3:45 AM Reply
It does.
[10] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 7-Dec-04/4:03 AM Reply
If someone threatened to blow up a school unless you thought perverted things and wrote them down, would those perverted thoughts corrupt your inner cavern?
[n/a] Bobjim › -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 7-Dec-04/11:07 AM Reply
i'm struggling to see what part the school plays in this line of thinking
[10] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. › Bobjim 8-Dec-04/11:01 AM Reply
It's a school full of innocent children.