The Soul's Curiosity

In the early journey of the soul,Spirits long to test the waters,To experience all they can.They want to try thisAnd try that.They are curious.And they grow in lightThen fall behind, then grow,Then fall behind.And it’s similar for old souls,They too want to know what’s out thereBut with a different motive.They no longer Believe that they can growBy experience alone.They forsake The thing they want to knowFor the unseen guiding hand.They say “not my will be done,”They let go of all their dreamsIn preference to the willOf 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 thatBut 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 colorsAs 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 curiousAbout the will of the unseen.