David Harris

(18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

So Many Ghosts


Behind us are so many ghosts
of past lives we have lived
and each could generate a little
knowledge into our lives today
if we could only gather what they knew
and use it constructively
we may find the paradise
that we’ve all dreamed about.
There are some that say our ancestors
knew more than what we do today,
but that is impossible to say.
If we could learn
from the mistakes of others
maybe some lives wouldn’t be
so messed up the way they are.

Submitted: Sunday, October 06, 2013
Edited: Monday, October 07, 2013
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5 October 2013

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  • Rookie - 328 Points Krishnakumar Chandrasekar Nair (10/6/2013 4:15:00 AM)

    Yes, we have been on this stage
    So many times before
    Learning new lessons
    Relearning ones forgotten
    And in time to transcend
    The learnt of several lifetimes
    To merge and to dissolve
    beyond birth or rebirth
    Into this firmament divine
    sans boundaries of faith
    But as wide as the wind blows
    And that would be heaven
    That we pilgrims seek
    And to that end I wish you God speed....

    In Hindu philosophy (which is not about an absolute dictator like God with a concept of judgement day) we are told that it took us several lifetimes to evolve from a worm to a human being. Human beings by their actions develop karma (good/bad) and over successive life times find the moment of enlightenment and subsequent dissolution when the God in them manifests as a realization. There is a gods particle in each of us as sparks of the same divine fire and it is covered by our ego. (Report) Reply

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