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SOUL RISE by Cedah Mayo

I wrote this very recently, it is how I sometimes look at life and humans…

  I find it really helps me to relate to older people, senior people and visualize them in their prime, like in their 20's or 30's.  I can really gain a respect or understanding of them, visualizing them as a similar age to myself.  

I believe in reincarnation and that the true you is the soul: a shining sun inside your human body of flesh and bones.

I was inspired when....

I saw an elderly couple in the super market holding hands, wrinkled gnarled hands.  I can see them when they were young - those wrinkled hands are only earth effects, the glow inside them is infinite, ageless and pure. 

Soul Rise

The physical body is flesh and bones

Inside the microscopic cells of flesh and bones are little pieces of your galactical soul

Upon death the glowing soul draws in like a breath
collecting all the little pieces of the universe that have been living in your flesh and bones

Your soul will then rise up like the sun
taking its place in space until it returns again to inhabit flesh and bones

Cedah Mayo: I am 29 year old a married mother of three beautiful children, a swimming instructor, freelance writer and animal lover, who lives in New Zealand. We have 6 chickens, a dog, cat and a lease pony.  I love making gluten free bliss balls and eating them all up - yum yum!  I am dreaming of being a mermaid this summer on our local beaches. Expressing ethereal imagination to children and adults alike, as well as promoting the importance of learning to swim. I have been writing poetry since I was around 10 years old, it has really helped be gain perspective on life and  spirituality, expressing my emotions especially during difficult times.

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