What Remains

Never confuse the importance of heart or intellect.  They work in sync with the soul and are equally important for true perception.  We know that in the South, a soulful land that knows the painful struggle of holding on to identity when all causes appear lost.  In the middle of destruction we have been taught to ask what really matters, a question that can only be answered by use of heart and right thinking (as Jesus would say, thinking with the heart). 

Lately I have been thinking with the heart and asking some questions about the passing of time.  Inevitably, seasons change and we do, too.  We may wonder what lies beneath who we are today.  What have we lost, and what have we kept?  We generally keep the same eyes as windows to the soul.  The same laughter; the same tears.  The same heart; the same mind.  The same light; the same dark, and many, many memories born of each.  

All in all, the same soul remains - tethered, free or freely tethered. 

My generation has freely given way too much heart and intellect.  We have shared our thoughts, opinions, emotions, sentimentalities.  We have shared our bodies like salted peanuts in a bar.  We have socialized, fraternized, intellectualized, compartmentalized and idealized.  We have all given, taken, used, abused, amused ourselves and begged to be excused for all this sincere fun.    

But has another soul ever really known yours?