This above might be me in one of my earlier lives.
This very well may be me in one of my brief earlier lives. I say "brief" because I don't think I lived into old age in any of the others. This may be the first time for that.
Which is why everything now is such a surprise.
Well here I am above at the very start of this time around. I recall so well how so much seemed familiar. I was so sure I'd seen certain things before. This I suppose because in the early 1950's so much of 19th century even traces of 18th century New York was still apparent.
Life after life.
This can't be proven scientifically it's all so subjective. I hope it stays that way. We need the mysterious. Things that are not quite there yet there.
Like touching an Angels wings.
These are just this side of solid. Like passing your hands through warm air.
It's said that they are just this side of solid. Like running your hands through warm air. There, but not quite.
As it should be.
1 comment:
Handsome.
I think there are levels of being, and not all of them are material. And no, I don't want it all nailed down to a certainty. I fancy humans probably aren't smart enough to understand it all anyway.
Z
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