“In your soul there are infinitely precious things that cannot be taken from you. “ ~ Oscar Wilde
I have been pondering the meaning of life these last few weeks, or at least more than usual! Lately I’ve found myself caught up in seemingly endless vicissitudes, and have been telling myself it’s all for a higher purpose. This thought helps me get through the chaos. We have to embrace all of it, the good, the bad, the ordinary and the extraordinary.
Writing is like a purging of my soul, it’s a cathartic comfort blanket that enables me to have perspective. I’ve written some poetry as I muse over developing soul stamina, which I hope you can relate to in some small way.
It seems to me that just one lifetime (even a long one), is too short a time for our souls to fully experience earthly life and attain nirvana. I have entertained the idea that maybe we get to come round many, many times, building on what we said, thought, did and achieved before.
This idea is nothing new. Plato believed in an immortal soul that partakes in a multitude of lives, and the concept of reincarnation is a central tenet of religions such as Hinduism, Jainism, Buddhism and Sikhism.
The bigger picture of human existence and the universe eludes us for certain, but faith, love and hope are really all we need while we’re here.
I’ve also included some music which for me perfectly encapsulates soul stamina. The composer who I believe most embodies these qualities is Beethoven, (no surprises there!) but any music which really affects you emotionally is speaking to your heart and soul, being the universal language.
After all, Plato did say: “Music is the movement of sound to reach the soul for the education of its virtue.”
Bach’s music was the backbone of his religious convictions, it was solely to glorify God. This particular transcription for cello and organ of his Adagio in C, BWV 564 by Jacqueline du Pré and Roy Jesson could only have been composed and played by individuals with loving souls:
Mozart knew how to plumb the depths of his being. He must have been wearing his heart on his sleeve when he wrote the adagio of his Piano Concerto No. 23 in A Major, K. 488, in 1786:
I feel Richard Wagner captures the torment of the soul with the battle of the sacred and the profane in Tannhäuser – The immortal Overture and Venusberg:
While I’m at it, Tristan und Isolde could not have been written without a deep well of emotion. The glorious and heart wrenching Prelude and Liebestod (Georg Solti – Chicago Symphony Orchestra):
Vivaldi’s music brings joy and exalts the soul – The Gloria in D Major, RV 589 with John Eliot Gardiner, the Monteverdi Choir and The English Baroque Soloists:
Beethoven’s magnificent Symphony No. 9 in D minor, Op. 125 (The Choral) was the pinnacle of his musical genius. For me, it encompasses life in all its guises and every day glory, with a finale that overcomes the suffering and struggle of humanity in unity and brotherhood – the unforgettable Ode to Joy by the Sabadell flashmob:
“The soul is placed in the body like a rough diamond, and must be polished, or the luster of it will never appear.” ~ Daniel Defoe
The mind may forget, but the soul remembers,
Explorations in humanity, countless footsteps…
The faces of yesteryear, now etheric embers,
Glowing from the heart of our eternal depths.
Do we bear these former translucent portents?
Embedded and merged, in our body of the moment?
Soul wisdom is creative; desiring experience anew,
Looking behind your eyes, I see the real you…
The one who has always been; wore bodies through
Your radiance surrounds and shines so true.
Everything you are, is held and holding you fast,
It’s all here now; the future, present and past.
Do we transfer it over, the healing and the heartache?
A name, a pattern, a place, a talent, a skill,
Drawn to our soul’s connections; not fully awake,
Distant memories reflecting, through windows of Will.
Sojourns of unfinished karma, or perhaps dreamy plans?
With souls to share our journeys and time spans?
Meeting of souls: spiritual, chemical reactions abound
As astral beings reunite; immutable yet impermanent,
Knowing each other long before – apart then found,
Different yet the same; embalmed in the moment.
Living to enrich the soul, on its timeless fray,
Ancient selves expressing; mortal games to play.
We envy souls on a seemingly smooth path,
Whilst we are buffeted on rocks for measure,
Honouring our struggle for growth, not wrath,
Physical interludes of pain, parsimony and pleasure.
En route to glory, souls are breached time and again,
With wounds that sear and scar; no two the same.
Whether in lofty social status, or ordinary life,
Have we chosen the routes to our Shangri-la?
Maybe comfort and warmth, or problems and strife?
In divine unfolding, we are blind to reason,
But for every learning; belongs a perfect season.
The soul has no colour, creed, race or gender,
Myriad of vessels from life’s eclectic diversity,
Anatomical robe of being, searching for an answer…
Archetypal beneath, evincing modes of personality.
A pilgrimage of passion; rebirth will come,
Adventurous spirits, immortal inside, part of one.
Wake gently from sleep, oh consciousness,
Hear and know your inner voice, your soul
The higher part which exists in opulence,
I will see through those eyes, in fleshy stroll.
Do our human journeys build soul stamina?
Mind, body, spirit: metaphysical phenomena.
By Virginia Burges
The soul of man alone, that particle divine,
Escapes the wreck of worlds,
When all things fail. ~ William Somerville