The Soul

I thought I only saw my soul while meditating in a field
and then as I read Rumi
The lakes appeared-the sky cleared and the fish and foul spoke
in languages known only to them.
The fog lifted and mountains became hallowed.
My soul declared itself to me.

Sandy Rochelle is a widely published poet. An actress and filmmaker.  Publications include:  Ekphrastic Review, Spillwords Press, Wild Word, Writing in a Woman's Voice, Every Day Poems, Formidable Woman, Amethyst Review, Impspired, flashfictionnorth, and others. Read other articles by Sandy.