Spirit tells me that if Life is a story, and, He seems to insist,
In many ways it is, then the pages of past experiences
That we call memories, are as earlier chapters in our
Personal Book of Life.
If so, I ask, without necessarily doubting my wise teacher,
Then why did the past not even seem to hint at my
Present life or provide even a misty vision of what
My future might possibly be?
Lack of awareness and narrow focus, He sighs, and then
Begins to improvise Pete Seeger, singing ‘When will they
Ever learn”, from “Where have all the flowers gone”.