I Am An Old Soul
When I close my eyes, I am transported back to the Valley of the Kings, to the land of the Pharaohs, to the sacred writings that dot the inner walls of the giant pyramids.
I was a scribe memorializing the great edicts and proclamations of the sun king.
As the mythical Phoenix takes flight, its majestic wings protect me as I am deposited to ancient Tibet. As I walk beside the Dali Lama, I hear all truth that the universe allows me to discover. It is the language of the soul and only those attuned can hear its message.
To be an old soul, is to transverse time and space, to live lifetimes of greatness and also sorrow. To be able to relive memories of the past and bring life to it in the present. It is recognizing other souls that you have traveled with and rekindle the fires of lost loves.
It is a journey of thousands of years and countless lessons, it is coming to crossroads that are only marked by time.
As I look to the night sky, the portal to another lifetime awaits. Do I dare go to the galaxies that beckon me to explore and return to whence I came? Do I dare close my eyes?
I was a scribe memorializing the great edicts and proclamations of the sun king.
As the mythical Phoenix takes flight, its majestic wings protect me as I am deposited to ancient Tibet. As I walk beside the Dali Lama, I hear all truth that the universe allows me to discover. It is the language of the soul and only those attuned can hear its message.
To be an old soul, is to transverse time and space, to live lifetimes of greatness and also sorrow. To be able to relive memories of the past and bring life to it in the present. It is recognizing other souls that you have traveled with and rekindle the fires of lost loves.
It is a journey of thousands of years and countless lessons, it is coming to crossroads that are only marked by time.
As I look to the night sky, the portal to another lifetime awaits. Do I dare go to the galaxies that beckon me to explore and return to whence I came? Do I dare close my eyes?
