I believe that I have lived before.
It isn’t a religious belief or story from folklore.
It is a feeling down deep in my being
That fills me with inner knowing and seeing.
As a a young child I stared at the sky…
I wondered; I probed; I wondered why?
I knew that I was solitary and unique.
No one could change my belief or critique
The elated perception that I had returned
From elsewhere and somewhere as I re-learned
What it meant to be whole and human again.
I didn’t know how or where I had been.
I just knew of all the souls in the world
I had been chosen to be this little girl,
Lying on a grassy hilltop, watching the clouds and sun,
And a living, breathing, new life had begun.
Now I’m perplexed in my elder years
What it has all been for … so many tears.
What was I to accomplish this time?
What was I supposed to find?
I guess I missed it …