The Songs Of The Sun Poem by Raymond Anyanwu

The songs of the sun
Answers it provides to the heart
The soul gives its listening ears.
The wind draws the melody
The grasses sway in response
Providing a balm; soothing and invigorating
The heart renders the songs.
The listening ears comes from the sun
The soul answers joyfully
The word “soul” may be passé,
But its surrogate is concealed behind the mountains
The soul is the base of void upon which the being is assembled.
Refuting the symmetry of body and soul.
Just two sides of a coin
Void is the soul of Being.
When one leaves the market place at noon
The body and soul,
except as a bell
echoes long after it is struck.
The soul is that part of a person that is perpetual and fixed
And same in every being that ever was
and ever will be
Those who search for it finds in its place, a mirage
But when we abolish all else,
We find ourselves absorbed in its sea.