A writers soul emerges through the words written .
A painters soul emanates from between the colours in the canvas
The potters soul is afire in the fingers shaping the clay.
The singers soul breathes in the sounds created by the voice.
The dancers soul flows through in every movement in the moments.

The Soul is a restless wanderer
It breathes free not in captivity,
But in every movement of creation.
It cannot be fathomed or even sensed
Other than in the light of passion in the being.
For then the soul shines in its own light
For it has found its purpose of being.

©Savvy Raj