This world is just another experience,
Another valley, another plain,
Another mountain, another world.
We know that we are a part,
Of this world in our heart.
As a traveler we walk the high mountains,
We struggle in the river against the current,
We live in this world with no rent.
We are souls in these bodies of soil,
We live, we love, we work and we toil.
Just another travelling soul,
Walking the winding paths of life.
Enjoying the pleasure, the sorrows,
The pains and the victories.
The chronicle of a travelling soul,
Seeks to feel complete and whole.
Every soul in this world knows,
That summer comes after winter snows.
A soul is just a traveller in the world,
Unwrapping a gift, seeing the Sun,
Hoping to join the cosmic force as one.
"We are souls in these bodies of soil," Amen! 🙏