POEM: “Soul Stuff“

Soul Stuff


Does it weigh 21 grams–

an ethereal power that can be measured,

the good and bad balanced

like angels and demons weighing options

on this celestial seesaw careening through the void of space,

or is it insubstantial as velocity

–the speed of a vehicle no longer active 

after the crash?


The above poem was inspired by Dr. MacDougall, who attempted to measure the weight of a human soul leaving the body by weighing patients before and after death. He thought the soul weighed 21 grams. https://www.historicmysteries.com/the-21-gram-soul-theory/  

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POEM: “Sound”




If a tree falls in the forest

        it makes a sound

even if there’s no  one

            there to hear its fall

even if we’re all

               too deaf to hear its fall

            It impacts the ground

            creates waves of sound

                upon the air we breathe

                          recycles breath of those long gone

of all who ever lived

    filters through the trees

        that sway in the breeze

            The tree lives



            with the same air

            impacts the same earth

                as everyone else


Its sound is the sound of the universe.



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