Three souls which make up one Soul:
first, to wit,
A soul of each and all the bodily parts,
Seated therein, which works, and is what DOES,
And has the use of earth, and ends the man
Downward . . . (This soul we call Personality)
But, tending upward for advice,
Grows into, and again is grown into
By the next soul, which, seated in the brain,
Uses the first with its collected use, and feels, thinks, wills,
– is what KNOWS . . .
(This soul we call the True Thinker)
Which, duly tending upward in its turn,
Grows into, and again is grown into
By the last soul, that uses both the first,
Subsisting whether they assist or no,
And, constituting man’s Self, is what IS . . .
(This soul we call the Spiritual Soul)
And leaning upon the former, makes it play,
As that plays off the first: and, tending up,
Holds, is upheld by, the Unspeakable, and ends the man
Upward in that awesome point of intercourse,
Nor needs a time, a place, for it returns to That.
What DOES, what KNOWS, what IS; three souls, one man.
What an insightful poem!
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