Trapped Souls



[Baut Images: Soul Flight]


She says, "I want my freedom!"
He says, "You can never be truly free."
She says, "That's not true."
He says, "Yes, it is."
She says, "What do you mean?"
He says, "Youre a soul trapped inside a physical body."
She says, "You're crazy!"
He says, "Am I now?"

Dance.

Dance the dance.

Dance the dance of the soul.

We've been dancing since time began,

And it's so very long ago,

That now we've forgotten.

We've forgotten who we are,

Simply, souls dancing,

Dancing through time and space.

We've forgotten we were

To be caretakers of this sacred place,

And keepers of divine grace.

Now, we must wake-up.

Wake-up soon, before it's too late,

And perhaps change our disastrous fate.

Dance the dance of the soul.

Dance the dance.

Dance.

She says, "Yes, you are!"
He says, "When you leave the physical you're truly free."
She says, "How's that?"
He says, "These shells we live in are only temporary."
She says, "What have you been smoking?"
He says, "Not smoking, waking-up!"
She says, "I don't want to wake-up!"
He says, "Go deep, deep inside, and r-e-m-e-m-b-e-r..."

Roger Allen Baut

Contemplative Photo Art