Primal Soul

That which is behind and beneath. That which is before your original face and yet also your curated self. How to seek enlightenment in the midst of infinite insubstantials. From the book: These are the songs My heart and my head Sing when they can, To stave off the lonely, Or to understand what's why and where. We are in the midst of global disaster With all the tools lain before us, Ready to be used as we act Yet we cling to the special words And quaint practices of our youth, Hoping we can simply just Pray it all away...