time

by patrick   Sep 29, 2017




When time is measured in terms of ‘speed of light’
We enter another realm of reality
That’s alien to our power to compute
Time and us, play out a governed game

I don’t believe in U F O’s
Or reincarnation or ghosts
There I have said it and mean it
But where do old souls go?

We are all boxed in!
Uncertainty is the only certainty there is
Life is this unfailing set of complexities
Undeniably we are cast into our roles without our choice

Naively we rely on perception to guide us
While our physical bodies crumble into dust
Our consciousness remains pertinent
Nature always has the last word!

But I ask again, where do old souls go?

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  • 7 years ago

    by Kitty Cat Lady

    This is really thought provoking Patrick, I love that it raises so many questions

    And as you asked ... I'd say my soul is my thoughts and feelings and therefore is my brain ... which dies when my body does ... but ... my memory will live on in the hearts and minds of those that love me

    This is a great write and will no doubt elicit a different answer from every reader
    Well done for making us think! :-)
    =^.^=

  • 7 years ago

    by Michael

    Patrick

    I read this through twice, to take in all what you have written, as I have an open mind, I cannot say whether UFO's are fact or fiction, so just a slight difference in opinion for me.
    You mention 'where do old souls go' I just wondered if you believe that there is a soul? as it would be against your non-belief of 'reincarnation' as this surely means 'souls - rebirth unto another body.
    Are 'old souls' different.
    But I do like this poem and enjoyed reading your perspective, just the question to clarify?
    Well done

    Michael :)

    • 7 years ago

      by patrick

      Thank you Michael for your comment, Reincarnation is an interesting idea that I cannot get my head around the sheer enormity of the maths involved. But who knows, I am holding on to the belief that there is more to this life than to be born and die

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