Who Needs a Non-existent Soul?

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Happiness is no more than good health and bad memory. ~ Albert Schweizer

This moment holds the whole of you, your past,

And your today. And since there’s nothing more,

You live in it.  You feel that it is vast

Because it holds your history.  In your core

Is everything.  Not just the you in now

But all your memories, all your dreams inside

Your mind, your long-lost dreams that you can plough

Up, in tonight, today.  Your daydreams ride

Up in you.  Nightmares wait their black hole turn

Inside your brain.  The whole of you is here,

Not just your flesh with genitals that burn

Again, again with all your love and fear.

  This moment does not hold your soul because

    No soul exists.  You, only, hold your laws.

© Phillip Whidden