Inner Practice: Soulless

This is a Golden Cage.

 

Inside this soulless cage, only the Soulless think its heaven.  

Caged and appearing well taken care of, groomed, well fed, never lacking in anything, the physical at least.

 

Yet inside the Soulless is empty as hell.

Comfort zone we are in as we go into routine.

Appearing as perfection on repeat. Zero tolerance for imperfection or black sheeps.

Work, repeat.

Eat, repeat.

Sleep, repeat.

Be a good boy and girl, repeat.

And the Golden Cage shall promise you a life free from mishaps and worries.

Or is it?

 

Listen to them.

The Soulless talks only about the soulless matters.

Cash, cars, promotions, houses.

Aren’t these just vehicles to take us through the journey of life

Yet the Soulless cling onto them like dear life

And take pride in polishing their imaginary Porsches.

 

To the Soulless the cage is heaven.

To the Soulful it is life-sucking hell to be in.

Any soul alive will eventually be asphyxiated.

Exiled to be soulful.

Normalized to be soulless.

 

To the Soulful,

Whatever it takes,

Keep your soul alive.

Even if loneliness becomes your best friend,

Out of place becomes your soulmate.

For there are few souls alive and around to be connected with.

It is only right to feel that way.

It will not be a journey.

It will be more of a battle.

Against losing your soul to the Golden Cage.

But if one day you think you are comfortable with the Golden Cage,

Your soul may be dead.

 

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