What Your Soul Will Do Without You. . .

What Your Soul Will Do Without You. . .

A Spoken Word Poem

By: Rachel Fiori 

‍

What happens when you die?

When your vessel no longer is

Your soul will mourn what was

And ache in physical remembrance

‍

The pain of stubbing your toe

The knot that pulled your hair when brushed 

The excitement of scoring that goal

That first big paycheck that brought with it security. . .

‍

When you’re no longer here in the physical

Your soul will long and ache

For every physical sensation 

That are the miracles of incarnation

‍

When your soul no longer has a body

It can no longer jump or run or hike

It can’t sing or play piano

No more swimming, driving, riding horses, or cuddling puppies. . . 

‍

Once you leave this earth plane

Doing laundry feels like a privilege 

Chopping wood, mopping, and papercuts… 

Oh how the soul longs for just one more 

‍

Heartache, let down and disappointments

Your soul loves each so much

Because each is its own unique opportunity 

To explore something outside of The One Source 

‍

You see, The One Source extended is your soul

Your soul extended is you

Both provide feedback to The One Of All

So that all of the things that She temporarily incarnates as . . . experiences . . . lives through. . .

‍

• The pain
• The joy
• The hugs
• The hits in whatever forms
• The wins and the challenges 
• The feel-goods and the fuck-yous 

‍

All provide feedback that She is and always will be pure, divine, loving perfection as Her original Self. 

‍

So while she incarnates as you, as them, as that. . . 

You must remember. . . remember that you are Her

Remember that you are your soul, which is Her

All of which are facets of the same sparkling diamond 

‍

Remember that you are that dog, that whale, that other person, that elephant, and that herb. . .

And that each and everyone is Her. 

I am you. You are me. We are Her. 

‍

So while your soul is here for awhile . . . extensions of Her as you

Remember that this lifetime is a vacation for your soul

And like every vacation it will come to an end

No matter how much fun or shitty it was,

Once you leave this place,

Your soul will miss being you.

‍