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My Soul Flies Free

Who asks what is the gender of the soul?

Male, female are but pieces of the whole!

Our human souls are taught to be one
thing or another.
Boy this! Girl that! I'm confused, could be
I'm just a "nuther"!

Each is only a small expression
hidden behind a mask,
A mask designed by would-be
masters to have us do their task.

A bird knows what to do without
embracing a label.
It knows how to build nests, brings
worms to the table.

And so it is with me, an expression of
the "all that is", soaring, label free