Moving quite freely, as you pass by them there,
They travel on pathways, chosen while above,
To experience lessons, eventually learning to love.
Bodies crossing each other, and mingling their mists,
Some bodies giving off kisses, others raising their fists,
Sharing together, to learn of the plan,
What are these bodies, we call woman and man?
Are we made of only solid matter, so hard and so firm?
And we are just dust, and to the earth we return?,
Does it all end, when the body we no longer see,
Or is there more, than this we must be?
Can there be more, than the body does show,
Can there be more, than to dust it does go?
Can the Creator of stars, rivers and trees,
Have more of a plan, for you and for me?
Nothing is lost, our scientists say,
As energy and matter, convert every day,
And what of the experience, we store in our head,
Does it turn into dust, when the body appears dead?
Could it be, this I AM that I know,
Will go onward forever, for many an earth show?