Old Souls

Old Souls

Have you ever seen a baby,

When it first comes to this world?

All wizened, wrinkled, wonderful,

An Old Soul promptly hurled.

Not all of them are Old Souls though,

But there are some and many,

Who chose their parents this time,

Where before, they had not any.

They travel through a tunnel,

From a warm place called a womb;

This is just the physical,

Sensation – we assume.

Yet, there is so much more,

To this process of creation:

Revelations do unveil a plan,

Mankind’s celebration.

Old Souls travel daily,

Back, from whence they came;

Sometimes, the same circle,

Sometimes, familiar names.

More often than not they come,

Memory wiped and quite erased;

To recommence the lessons,

They got wrong, in the last phase.

They come back from the afterlife,

Life infused, re-polished,

They come back for redemption, some –

Some all their sins abolished.

The circle thus continues,

Goes round and round again

Until Sin is thus relinquished and

Goodness is maintained.

If you believe in Karma,

You know this could be true

That our children we give birth to,

Could be our parents too.

Not in this life ,I grant you,

But maybe once some other,

We choose our pathways, in advance

Choose who’ll be our Others.

© Liola Lee

The image is a scan image of one of my granddaughters (she is 13 now). I have used the image previously but thought to use it again. I wrote this poem in 2007. I post it here today as was pondering on the meaning of life this morning…

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