Will we ever know
the past lives we once lived
or will we always be in the dark
of who our souls once was
Will our past lives ever meet
and give us the memories
that are lost in the recesses of our mind
Do our souls
go meet our past lives when we are sleeping
leaving us no memory on waking,
is it like a secret never to be told
Will we ever know
Several people I have met are convinced they have lived before.BUT, Will we ever know? , a nice one Dave.
Some people claim they know who they were in a past life - I suffer with so much neck pain, reckon I must have been Anne Boleyn! ! hahaha. Thought-provoking Dave, and an intriguing question.
Great poem, quite challenging, loved the way you gave us questions to ponder on for a life time, thank you!
question that no one can answer! sometimes I think this way!
I don’t see this in the literal sense of an actual past life, but in the metaphor that ourselves of today are different beings then we were ten fifth teen years ago, I’m probably wrong, but to me it feels like looking at the pass and seeing my soul as being different from what it was then, a past life. A good read Dave
I don’t see this in the literal sense of an actual past life, but in the metaphor that ourselves of today are different beings then we were ten fifth teen years ago, I’m probably wrong, but to me it feels like looking at the pass and seeing my soul as being different from what it was then, a past life. A good read Dave
I don’t see this in the literal sense of an actual past life, but in the metaphor that ourselves of today are different beings then we were ten fifth teen years ago, I’m probably wrong, but to me it feels like looking at the pass and seeing my soul as being different from what it was then, a past life. A good read Dave
THIS ENIGMATIC THOUGHT CROSSES ALL, AT ONE TIME OR THE OTHER! Yes! We will never know!
That will be the biggest reality of life that we will know only after death. Nice thought.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A question asked by every body at some point and left unanswered almost to all. Good poem.