Story of The Souls
Sometimes you know your soul is restless because it leaves for a little while
at night
when you are fast asleep,
and the noiseless house knows only a whisper
as a simple something seams to disappear.
It is after these moments when any mind might wonder
what it means to be alive,
to fall on your hands
your head
in love,
what it means to feel fear and sadness and anger,
complete and utter glee,
and what it means to know.
There are certain things our souls seam to just know
like when to laugh and when to cry;
how to love and hate;
that dancing and fighting are two different things,
is that from ancient tradition sewn into our DNA
or is there a chance our souls could have been alive much longer
then our fleeting human lives allow.
A chance our souls could be where our true stories lie,
in learning to be from being forever
simply passing down the knowledge.
If each life is a lesson that our souls will pass on
then lets take our time and learn
and carefully make each mistake
to learn even more.
Perhaps our existence
is more important
then this one small life
with its pains and its joys,
perhaps when life is lived for a greater good,
our souls will smile
and we might just know purpose.