Soul!

This is what I am! I am neither born nor will I leave the world. I will only change my form: one day I will become the shadow of a butterfly, undying, dancing in the midst of fire. Another day I will be a stamen in a jasmine flower, multiplying the color and scent of the earth’s jasmines. They will not get the better of me: plagues and scythes. I am the human soul! I am the clear tears of the human eye! Sacred tears. I am kindness: when I press to my breast another sorrowful body. I am the undying human soul...