JB Mulligan The Soul and the Mind The soul: Does the wind qualify its every statement? Do the waves of the ocean say "Except for this one situation?" The mind: It's easy for the world, it only is. It has no fallibility. Of course, it is corruption of an ideal form – The soul: That's what I mean! It's only the world. The mind: It's only everything, the skin of God, its song. The soul: Yes, exactly, but still it's only the world. The mind: And now who qualifies? The soul: It's the same damn thing. You have two eyes to see one vision. It has two truths to be one thing. A world to dance with in moonlight, to kiss beneath the trees. The mind: I know where I'd like to kiss it. The soul: Sometimes I think there's hope for you. The mind: Or would, if it had any – The soul: That's enough! The mind: Listen, it's not a battle. We're the two eyes and the two truths of the self. The soul: Fine – then come with me and leap across the river, startle the jumping fish and set the birds exploding into raucous dark. The mind: Let me get my sweater. Wait! The soul: If it weren't for these chains – The mind: We wouldn't be. The soul: If you don't move your ass, we're not. |