'The Soul Trilogy(For Helen)

HER OWN SOCIETY The soul fed up with its own immortality decides to take a holiday from being itself to just...being. It grows a body first the toes & then & so on & so on... It just says so 'And the word was made flesh! ' it laughs to itself pronouncing each part clearly & distinctily. Then it toasts some wholemeal bread lightly melts some cheddar cheese untill it bubbles tops it all with some half-cut cherry tomatoes flecked with freshly cut carlic & sprinkled with basil settles down on the comfy couch ouch...skins a shin against that always potententally dangerous low flying coffe table & then begins to read Emily Dickenson. 'Mmmmm! ' smiles the soul. 'Mmmmmm! ' ******* PERCHANCE TO DREAM The soul fed up to its eyeteeth with its own immortality & having become a body in order to divine just what being human means was amazed to see Venice erased by mist as if God having done a quick preliminary sketch still...wasn't satisfied with it & rubbed it out to begin ...again! God was always such a perfectionist. The soul thought God had gotten it just ...rigtht & should have left it just as it is. The soul stamped its feet against the cold drank a quick deliciously thick Espresso & had its photo taken at San Marco amongst the flocks of pigeons & Janapese tourists. The soul kissed the lips of the woman it loved & almost cried in disbelief at '...how wonderful it is! ' Later, that night the soul slept soundly wrapped in the arms of this naked little lady. Never ever was the soul so glad to have a human body that hungered so for the body of this strange impossible other. Slowly sleep (although it did not wish it to) erased the soul's thoughts as easily as God with little touches of mist erases Venice. Now the soul learned what it is to dream & dreamed & dreamed. ******* 'LA MUSICA! The soul fed up & bored with its own immortality & curious to taste mortality (as humans do) had grown a body but had, as Time dragged on grown weary of the experiment become even further fed up with this mesh of flesh & thought that being human is. The soul(eager now) to escape this human construct longed to be body-less to be only itself again. So, finding itself one day in the Dorsoduro district of Venice the soul searched church after church for some semblance of itself the haven of itself but Heaven was not to be found among stone. Footsore & weary (damn this all too solid too too tired flesh) this all too human breath & hungry for more of what cannot be known but needs must be known it slumped(eyes shut tight) in the Chiesa San Vidal unaware of humans filling the emptiness with longing ...longings. Suddenly...a vibration of the air nothing less nothing more but oh so very very Vivaldish stripped the soul of its flesh allowing it once more to be elemental & divine. The soul started crying. The cellist bowed to the soul & the soul bowed back to the cellist both becoming now the music ...la musica!