What is a Soul?

What is a soul? How does it look like?

Perhaps like a never ending river,

Perhaps like a forever rich brown soil,

Perhaps like a never ending deep greenery,

Or a forever rich sentiment of love...

Has anyone seen one before?

Everybody says they haven't,

Everybody says you can't,

Everybody, yet, claims to have one.

Of unraveling that mystery,

I find myself far,

Of what causes my misery,

And fills me with scars.

The scars themselves are invisible,

Can only be seen through the eye,

Since through them the soul is reachable,

And those colorful orbs can not lie.

Must I search the world in vain,

Until the end I shall persist,

To find the source of that pain,

And to prove if it exists.

And though soul and eye have not met,

And the only proof we have is the feel,

My soul itself I'd trade and bet,

To know if it is real.

I let my frustrations fly along the wind,

Until one day they found the reaper,

And all the way back to me they'd grind,

Just to bring me a deadly whisper.

No answer whatsoever,

So I must find another choice,

Someone who knows what is forever, 

And whom I can reach their voice.

And since death and life are like peas on a pod,

My frustrations by something strange were led,

By love and peace they were fed,

And found themselves in front of God.

His voice my ears could caress,

My heart would dance and move,

So heavily against my dress,

As a light my whole would sooth,

And my body embrace.

"My daughter", the light announced,

The grim whisper was slowly banned,

And as he talked my drumming chest bounced,

"Do not worry, for I have everything planned".

That is all he said to me,

And around me I built a coffin,

For as much as I could see,

He had told me nothing.

I went all the way to the hills,

Where a monk prayed along the chills,

And even if with questions I was infested,

He did not look molested.

Then I unleashed my doubts on him,

As I rambled my voice was sour,

What is a soul, I repeated firm,

Yet he stood quiet, and gave me a flower.

I looked not at it, and instead braided,

That plant to my hair, and kept walking,

I thought the monk was surely mocking,

For the smile on his face had not faded.

I rolled my eyes and left the mountains,

As the grassland turned to sea shells,

I found myself before a fountain,

Believed by the people to grant wishes.

I sat with fear along its border,

And at the liquid crystal gazed,

As I touched the water became amazed,

I had imagined it'd be colder.

I tossed a coin and made my wish,

It sank next to golden purple fish,

Opened my eyes expecting power,

Yet instead in front of me fell the flower.

Realization upon me spread well,

As I looked at it's yellow petals,

And as heavy as solid metal,

My answer finally fell.

As my reflection on the water showed,

My euphoric eyes would gaze,

At my grinning lips that laced,

As they said " I shall never know"

The colorfulness of your soul, and the brightness of a thousand stars,

-María Gabriella Párraga

(Perdón por escribir en ingles, pero es que si intentaba traducir este poema a español iba a perder el sentimiento que intente que moldeara. Espero a los que entienden que les haya gustado.)