Old as the Universe

Looking through the wall
with my x-ray vision I said,
"I can see the neighbors."

She said, "Maybe they don't 
want to be your presentation."

I turned and looked through her.
"I can see your heart and it beats."

"Oh," she whispered.  "What else
can those eyes of yours see?"

Dazzled, I said, "Your soul 
is as old as the universe."

She smiled. "Now tell me 
something I don't know."

3 – Of the Soul

(Found Poem in Michel de Montainge’s “Of Solitude” translated by George B. Ives)

Our sickness is of the soul;
now the soul can not escape from itself.

We have a soul that can be turned to itself;
it can be its own company;
it has the means of attack and of defence,
of giving and of receiving.

Let us not fear the becoming dull
in this solitude from wearisome inactivity;
in lonely places be to yourself a multitude.

The greatest thing in the world
is to know how to belong to oneself.