The soul stands ajar

Some moments the speed of life is like a movie

it's just a movie.

what is the soul?
There is the running commentary,
perhaps that is what they call the ego
There is the yearning that exists below
That seems the spirit, wanting to lift off,
transcend the limitations of this personality.
Then, the soul…
what's left, not words, and not the urgent yearning spirit,
but the darkness and depths, eons of human striving
human loving, human dreaming, and human endeavor.

The spirit wants to build something new and grand
the soul wants to wind down the ways of Orpheus
and find out where this all went so wrong
and as we stand before the ruins of society
that has poisoned the air and water and left human beings
to suffer and starve,
while we worry about the next tank of gas
and slap each other's shoulders, congratulating each
other on the shoulders for the great Golden Age
that somehow despite all the madness, is surely
right around the corner.

I believed that once. Now I believe nothing,
but the rainbow, brilliant in it's detail, standing
with shameless color against the rainy mountains,
is a reminder that belief is not necessary.
No matter how we tell the story, close to the final destruction
or poised on a Golden Age of love and light,
the rainbow pierces the veil of conceptual fantasy
and kills the story  of past
and the hopes of the future.

Who really knows? What is the soul?