Centering Souls

You might ask, how do you find the center of the soul?
It’s not the same as asking,
“How many licks does it take to get to the Tootsie Roll center of a tootsie pop?”
No, it’s much deeper.

Below the mind, beneath the body
Lives the soul--
Yet the body’s armor
And the mind’s chemical storm
Make the soul seem far away.

How do I dig deep enough to find the center of my soul?

In the softness of a brushstroke
In the rhythm of music,
In the curve of clay,
In the dance of words,
I meet myself again and again--
​Pulling pieces of my soul into the light

In the stillness of making, my soul awakens
In the courage of creating, my soul begins to rise.
And in this rising, I find my center.
​
The sweet center of the soul

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It was a great privilege to share the spoken word at the Centering Souls Third Friday Art show. This poem is written to honor their creative soul in the community giving voice to all through creative arts.