When there is nothing left to learn
And nothing left to see
And nothing left to pass
Will we simply cease to be?
When the answers are revealed
And the mysteries unsealed
And there is nothing else to know
Will our blood cease to flow?
Beyond all synchronicities
Miracles and golden keys
Fate, faith or destiny
Karma or serendipity
Is there energy in hate?
Can destruction create?
Is creation destroying?
Are there levels of our growing?
Infinite degrees of knowing…
Are souls recycled or reused
Or are souls pure love infused?
~CordieB.
What are your thoughts, I’d love to know.
Let our souls infuse, shall we?
Wonderful Poem. Everything you mentioned is true when looked at from a particular point of view. Everything is relative to everything else. I sense that when we stop the need to explore, our souls get reabsorbed back into the source from which all individual truths come from.
“Can destruction create?
Is creation destroying?”
Both seem to go hand in hand.
Infinite degrees of knowing
It does seem all humans have similar yearnings initially. Then too often some sort of scarcity presses on consciousness. We look for reasons, and find them eagerly in one another.
Do we see who we are? Can the subjective comprehend the all inclusive? Do I see how easily Love provides answers, but denying it, conflict?
@Benafia. Love is easy….why we think it’s so hard often is a mystery to me…yet it prevails within me.