Soul

If I  change my name, my address and have no soul,
I am nothing.
If I change my sex, light on Mars and have no soul,
I am nothing.
If I win all  votes and have no soul,
I am nothing.
If I have intercourse with every being and have no soul
I am nothing.
Soul is knowing your place among things.
It does not wish to be a computer.
It does not become what it eats.
It does not lessen when a part is removed
or part when memory is lost.
Soul is everywhere and nowhere.
Faster than thought.
Outside of any move.
Pierces reflections.
When I was a man I thought like a man
Behaved like a man.
Saw a duck and acted like a duck.
Kicked a rock and swore at a rock.
Passed through one thing and another.
Soul is smooth.
Can be two places at once.
Can go backward and forward in time.
Does not move.
Is beyond numbers.
Is all colors and none.
A filler and an emptier.
A hello and a good-by.
Now I see as through nothing lightly.
Through a cylinder squarely.
Bowed at the end of a line.
So there abides numbers, shapes and space.
And the greatest of these is