Pick Up Truck

I have heard so much talk about the soul

But little evidence.  Perhaps there is no

Evidence.  Evidence, by its very nature,

Must exist in this world, in time and space. 

Perhaps, the soul doesn’t exist in time

And space.  The ego does.  The id does

And so does the self.  Look at the evidence.

Hunger.  We  eat day and night, if we don’t

We starve.  We drink soda and booze…

And coffee.  We work for money. 

There’s never enough.  We spend

So much time thinking about sex

Which we sometimes call love. It’s

Us against the world.  We’re right,

You’re wrong.  Do unto others what

Gets done to you.   The soul is silent.

 

Not really.  The soul is singing—songs

Of Joy, Praise, Thankfulness, Love.

We can’t hear them because of the noise

Of self, the noise of the ego, the noise

Of the world to which we cling like

A drunken sailor.

 

Sons of Adam,

Daughters of Eve,

Do you accept responsibility

For the world you created?

 

You ate the apple.

Now it is yours.

Love it like you own it.