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Torn World




I watch the dance in the torn world
Torn between body and soul
The body is animal—The soul is so very human
The body is flesh—willing to fight for self
The soul is something new on earth
Emerging out of Earth into uncharted realms
Where caring replaces the self
And knowing replaces instinct
And the soul discovers love—unknown
To the animal but he is fascinated
Love and lust become mixed 
In the new human brain and....
The confusion is immense—
Often beautiful—often violent—often both
Then they die—but the soul has left its mark
In beauty, in words, in images, in things, in love


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