DAY 162

The mind wanders.
To far of places.
Some I have heard of.
Some I haven't.
But none I have seen.

It is a sensation
It is a feeling
in the depths of my being
a knowing that
I have been
to these places
some that I have heard of
some that I have not
and none, I have seen.

It seems the soul,
has traversed
great distances;
a million years,
and gathered in its folds
experiences of far and beyond
of people and places
some that I have heard of
some that I have not
and none, I have seen.

Like a hunter
like a gatherer
I hunt
and gather
many lives of me
lived in years gone by
lived in far of places
some that I have heard of
some that I have not
and none, I have seen.

So who is to say that I was not here when the Universe was created
It's just that I have a bad memory.
But the soul remembers.
It's just that I have not yet mastered the language of the soul.
When I do is when I will understand completely
about my journey
to the places that I have been
some that I have heard of
some that I have not
and none, I have seen
in this life.