Anywhere in creation.

Sometimes, I feel like staying up all night. Because I'm flowing. Nicely. Like a river. Or maybe even a babbling brook. And it's a shame. To interrupt my stream of conscious thought. Makes me wonder. If a river or a brook or a tree or a rock feels alive. Does one need a brain to possess a soul? Maybe a soul is a soul is a soul. Without physical form. And that is the source of one's consciousness.  A non-physical flow. A spirit. Drifting. Drifting. Forever. Capable of lodging. In a river. In a brook. In a tree. In a rock. Anywhere in creation. --Jim Broede