A little reflection in the picture of being:

My Soul glides through the Stars, it is born with purpose. I will fulfill my destiny and cope with many losses and the happiness of being, the love of so much more. So inside me is a Muse and Death hides under the mask of being… Today and tomorrow there is only knowledge we came to receive here through the tree, my soul lives in that butterfly by the ear and sometimes knocks in the chest, how are we born again…

Only it remains to suddenly ask Death and Universe: Where is my soul?