When we die, we become disembodied spirits.
And the only thing we self-reflect in this form
is the encoding our souls have retained from their past lives.
We don’t remember our bodies or personalities.
Not our life events, people we knew,
or even the places and times in which we lived.
It’s not until our souls are re-embodied
that we may form faint and fleeting recollections
of our earlier embodied forms.
That’s the way it’s supposed to be
so that it’s possible for our souls to evolve
toward their own Divine perfection.
Cancer reminds us of our mortality–
That is the time when we run out of time,
at least in our present form.
When our bodies die,
our cancer dies,
at least in its physical form.
Most of us,
including those with and without cancer,
believe that a part of us survives physical death.
I was raised to believe everyone has a soul,
which either goes to heaven or hell,
depending upon the good and bad in our life.
I still believe that everyone has a soul,
but instead of going to heaven or hell,
the soul returns to the ultimate life source.
Also I believe the soul has many lives–
which we don’t really remember, or only faintly recall,
as the soul moves from one life to another.
I don’t believe our personalities carry over.
Instead, I believe that our consciousness
and our basic spiritual pattern carries over.
Maximizing the use of our highest spiritual potential strikes me
as a good thing in this life and all future lives.
If we do that, we can’t lose!
At times, we feel our impermanence–
The sense we will not exist forever.
These times call for soul-searching,
Which begins with searching for our souls–
Both in the light and darkness of our being.
And then, once we make the divine connection,
We commence searching within our souls–
For hints, clues, and hopefully unmistakeable answers
About who we are, and what becomes of us
When our souls decide to continue their journeys.
Many lives, not one,
Many voices, not just mine,
Memories beyond those I remember,
Thoughts and feelings across the years,
A wellspring of joy and sorrow,
Faces that have come and gone,
Glimpses of who I am,
Longings to be something more,
An ever-churning sea of possibilities,
That which gives rise me in each moment.