Anything that carries mystery is often unseen. Such is the Soul. It is the invisible fragment of the invisible whole. The Soul is a fragment, yet it is not fragmented. The fragment is whole in itself. It remains invisible for those who remain blind to the truth it embodies. It cannot be seen through the eyes of doubt, through which most of us use. The naked eye that sees physical things in this physical world is incapable of seeing non-physical things in the non-physical world. Nevertheless, the truth never hides itself. The lovely, wise seagull of Richard Bach advises a little hummingbird: But remember that not being known doesn't stop the truth from being true. Truth stays, waiting for our inner eyes to see.
Truth of the Soul continues to be the truth as it is. But that truth is far from being defined by words or described by sight. A friend once said that The Soul is so abstract that it is so difficult to comprehend; it seems so far from concrete reality. She argued that there must be some way to make the Soul concrete, like some operational theory or explanation. Yes, there is one way, I thought. For us to understand the Soul, we must stop thinking of labeling it as abstract and reality as concrete. Because every thing that is concrete comes from the abstract, just how many sages of the past told us. The Soul is never an opposite of the flesh and bones or sticks and stones that we can see and touch. Rather, the Soul is all-embracing, as it embraces and permeates every physical thing that we see. The Soul is reality itself. It is both abstract and concrete. It never opposes anything, for all things are manifestations of the Soul.
Our visible reality is deceiving. It deceives us to believe that anything invisible cannot be described, and therefore untrue. But absence does not mean non-existence. The Soul does not just exist. It lives among and within us. The Soul is us, yet to be acknowledged. The Soul is real, yet to be described.
The Soul often appears to be a metaphor and a symbol of that which is indescribable. Since the Soul is beyond description, we have used many things that we can see, touch and feel as tangible metaphors and symbols.
Wind is one. It is invisible, yet it is felt. A Filipino riddle tells us that wind is something that comes yet still unseen. Wind blows between branches and rustles among leaves. It can always be gentle, sometimes fierce. The whole earth inhales and exhales it. Nobody can say that even wind is unseen, it is not true. Everyone feels how cool and strong the wind is. This is the same for the Soul. The Soul does not need to be seen in order to be true. Great truths, like the Soul, need more than physical sight. We must feel the Soul. Feeling the Soul becomes truer than it seems to be. To feel the Soul is to find it more than its existence. We must experience the Soul. Wind becomes real when kites fly or when flag waves or pinwheels spin. Kites, flags and pinwheels are useless without the wind. Or they won't even exist if not for the wind. Wind gave birth to them, and they bring life to the wind. We are all kites and flags and pinwheels that came from the invisible Soul. The Soul gives life to us as we feel its presence. And the Soul becomes more real because of us.
We need not to prove how real Soul is. It is. We can see it everywhere. We can find it anywhere. We can hear it. We can touch and feel it. Soul is as real as you and me. We are taught that Soul is something that resides in us and makes us alive. I would add more to that: It is within us, and yet it is absolutely us. The Soul faces us when we face the mirror after we wake up in the morning. And deep beneath pale cheeks and drowsy eyes, there is the Soul that stays unseen. The Soul is the life in us that makes our hearts beat, arteries throb and blood flow. Soul is Life itself, beating, throbbing, flowing.
From our hearts, arteries, veins and capillaries branch out. Blood traverses this web of intricate vessels, woven within layers and layers of tissues and flesh. It is a network, coming from a center. Tony Buzan calls this the natural architecture. Natural architecture is present in all things in nature. In fact, it is the only universal structure ever present in all things natural. A spider web is a network of fine web threads. A Tree is also a network of branches and leaves. Even brain itself is a network neurons. They are all natural architecture. Something from the center shoots up, grows, branches, and expands. But each outgrowth is a center itself. Each node is a new center, a new source where something again grows. In a whole network, each new source is complete. They are all centers. Nietzsche once said the center is everywhere. Likewise, each of us is a Soul, a center of being, a divine node capable of growing. We interconnect, like a huge invisible network. Indra's net. Jewels - we as Souls - are interwoven to this network.In this light, the Soul is in fact the Soul of many Souls. We are individual Souls, woven together by underlying truth of the collective Soul. Together, we become a universal Soul. In our unconscious consensus, we are all One Soul. Oversoul, like as Emerson put it. It is called in many names. As we work in both as individuals and a collective, Our One Soul is our greatest aspiration and existence. We are not separate from the rest, because our One Soul is the encompassing reality of Love. The Soul we discover is the Love we can create.
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