The Slamdemic of Our Souls
“The soul is a stubborn thing...it doesn’t dissipate so quickly...souls remain in the air, in empty space, in dusty roots, in the sidewalks, and in the songs that we sing. We sing for our blood and for our people because that is all we have at the end of the day...each other and the old spirits.” ~Bruce Springsteen
Our souls are caught in a firestorm, but will not melt.
Our souls whisper, and are tenacious and strong.
Our souls speak loudly when we quiet ourselves, allowing them to have a voice.
Our souls want equanimity, we must surrender.
Our numinous souls are starving, we must listen to and feed them.
Our collective souls matter and depend on it.