In the early journey of the soul,

Spirits long to test the waters,

To experience all they can.

They want to try this

And try that.

They are curious.

And they grow in light

Then fall behind, then grow,

Then fall behind.

And it’s similar for old souls,

They too want to know what’s out there

But with a different motive.

They no longer

Believe that they can grow

By experience alone.

They forsake

The thing they want to know

For the unseen guiding hand.

They say “not my will be done,”

They let go of all their dreams

In preference to the will

Of the One they cannot see,

And so grow brighter and brighter.

They become ONE THING.

And that thing gets added upon eternally.

And isn’t it the same with earthly experience?

As children, we want to be a fireman,

And a pilot, a cowboy or a movie queen,

A housewife, a doctor, and a veterinarian.

But in the end, we must eventually choose.

Or not. We can choose to remain children,

Moving from this thing to that

But never really growing

Into the thing we’re meant to be.

And it’s all ok. Some grow up fast.

Some take a little longer.

Some are old souls, giving again and again,

Becoming more and more themselves.

And others paint the planet

With beautiful colors

As they try this thing and that.

It is the way of souls to be curious.

And it is the way of old souls

To be even more curious

About the will of the unseen.