Sonnet 18 by William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Your Soul

(Taken from the book : Power, Freedom and Grace by Deepak Chopra)

Your soul is not inside your body.

The soul projects itself as the body and the mind. The soul finds a location in space-time, and broadcast or telecast itself through the body.

My soul is localising or expressing itself through my body.

The soul does not exist in space or time; it is beyond space and time.

The soul is transcendent. It is everywhere and nowhere at the same time. It is everywhere in general and nowhere in particular.

The life force itself is eternal; it’s unchanging; it’s all-pervading and we are that force.

We are constantly dying in order to re-create ourselves.