Sal Godoij
Soulpunctures
According to Sal Godoij, a "soulpuncture" is every literary work that aims to stimulate the soul's energy.
Therefore, all poems, stories, comments, and ideas on this page are "soulpunctures."
It is the objective of this site (and of all Sal Godoij's writing for this matter) that every word said, sung, heard, written, or read punctures the soul and thus stimulates the soul's healing capability.
The Dilemma Of Time
Say that your reality is a cage, and time is a lion, and you are locked inside the cage with the lion, which is always hungry. What can you do?
Hint: Every answer is a valid answer. Be creative. Keep the lion puzzled.
Listen To My Silence
Listen, my love, listen not with your ears
But with your heart.
Listen to my silence.
Silence is the fountain where God drinks.
Instead
Words are toys the Devil plays with
Statistics
Bombs and missiles kill people.
Indifference buries them.
Silence erases their graves.
Statistics save their souls as measurable data
What had they all become?
I Think We Exist
I think I am a human being.
I know who I am; therefore, I exist.
I know that, like me, other human beings exist.
Therefore, we exist because we know.
The Rhythm of Life
Have you noticed that all living creatures on Earth follow the same cycles?
Yes. We are all the same, from microscopic life to whales and elephants, and humans, of course, including plants, trees, everything.
Every living creature on Earth has a beginning and an end.
Yeah, I know we all take this for granted, but think of it for a moment.
Isn't it an extraordinary quality of our planet?
Which One Are You?
Say that you are looking at an old photography
And you are in it
A younger you, a much younger you
Among other people in that frame.
Looking at that old photography then
Is like opening a door
The Word Of Salvation
Like colourful dry leaves
Flowing in the wind
The banners
Flow over the shrubbery
The Word of Salvation
Leads the conquerors’ march.
The sun sparkles on the polished iron
Of their war costumes.
An Evening Walk
Tired of my solitude, like a dog on a leash
I went out for an evening walk
My solitude was the leash.
Under the streetlights’ glow
Another I, as a shadow
Walked alongside on the pavement.
A Quiet Library
In a visible corner of your mind
With open doors, yet undiscovered
Sits a quiet library.
Humanity’s collective learning
In The Shadow Of A Dream
To live in the shadow of a dream
Is a defeat of the spirit
An earlier fall into the grave
On The Human Condition And War
In human society, instead, it often does not seem to happen that way. Why? Like a pendulum from a cosmic clock, our human condition swings indifferently from life to death.
I can say that just as nature sets its boundaries, so humans do.
However, crossing nature’s boundaries powerfully creates life.
Nobody Sleeps At Night
Nobody sleeps at night.
For at night is all activity, beginning with your eyes
On your pillow, like on a canvas, your mind paints your dreams
Dreams that keep you awake, awake but lost in those dimensions
Three Roads
“Oh, almighty man
When this craziness began?
Why have you stopped creating the stars that lighted your darkest nights?
Dweller In Hope
Oh, Father, you who inhabit the universe
And the Earth entire
In the leaves that fall, bathed in golden colours
And dew and wind
The Valley of Mirrors
Throughout his life, Man marches through a valley
The valley of mirrors, which is Man’s real realm
Sometimes at ease, no one to please
Sometimes in haste, no time to waste.