DOES WISDOM COME WITH AGE?

DOES WISDOM COME WITH AGE?

  The flood gates open and I am propelled into this world we are now in.  I am tiny and helpless, dependent on others.  Gradually growing, starting to explore and expanding my world.  I’m comforted knowing my friends are near.

  My connection shifts around 4 or 5 and my wisdom begins to fade.  Part of me knows this connection is real, the confusion extends from this physical realm that I’m in.  At this early age, I begin to realize that there’s a need to conform, for those on this side seemed to have forgotten their connection to this other world of mine.  They don’t understand, so it’s easier you see, to let the memories just fade by the wayside.

  So losing my wisdom, I continue to grow.  This family of mine, here to teach me my lessons and schooling begins.  Then through the years a hint here and there, people I meet that just seem so dear.  Familiar places and de ja vu moments leave me wondering, have I been here before!  Some knowings just click and fit right into place, a comforting truth that just seems to make sense.

  This limited me makes choices and decides to take this path or that one leading me back to my home destination, back where I started from, the place of great wisdom where I understood the rhyme and the reason of my being here. 

  This limited body transforms and grows up, eventually I’ll end up where it begins to give up.  Losing its form, dependent on others, I return to the start point where it all began.  Then the veil is lifted, awake and aware, I begin to remember this great pool of ‘wisdom’ where I understood, what this classroom was for.  With eyes wide open, awake and aware, I graduate from this school of life, back to my home base of knowledge where everything makes sense and the purpose is clear.  I rejoice in uniting with those I have traveled with before.

  It comforts me to believe this story is true, for it gives purpose to all that I’ve been though.  So next time a wise one of 2, 3, 4 or 5 tells you their tales of the other side, sit down and listen, gently nudging them on.   Who knows, it just might be real, for they are closer to the source and their souls are still pure.  And while I’m still here, let me enjoy the wisdom I gain from the choices I make.

By Lynn Keeling

Feb 17^th, 2009