The soul that never came to be

The soul that never came to be

At the time he was the soul of an unknown boy who enjoyed walking around heaven looking and playing with other souls. He was just waiting like many other souls. He was truly an unusual-different soul. Even there he experimented in finding his way to frequently getting lost. Little Soul, his close companion, would search and find him, every time he was lost, taking him wherever he was supposed to be...

[The time had not arrived for him to become]

There he enjoyed playing between, inside and around the clouds, the stars and even more, nowhere and everywhere. He was the cause of many tears.

Many times while playing with Little Soul he saw long lines of souls; all of them seemed to be waiting their turn. Curious he asked what are all those souls doing there? The answer was always the same: "Your time will come", all souls big and small have an assigned day to become.

Yet not everything was perfect there, he had heard that occasionally a soul would be sent down ahead of his time…It could happen to him or to any other soul.

As Little soul, his close companion did, he did not know right from left, or up from down. Yes --- no sense of direction. Every other soul in heaven knew that it would happen some day; and it did…

One evening while playing with Little Soul he turned left instead of right, walking directly to the line where many souls were being sent down. For him going down at this moment was many years ahead of time.

It should have not happened, but it was too late. He was going down, pushed down.

And what a trip it was. During the fall his state of consciousness became numb; memories were far apart and buried, confused and more confused.

Yes, he was down, a strange soul in that strange place. He did not know why, but he had the feeling of being some one else…

What could he do --- not much; life was going on and frequently he could not make sense of it. He bounced around, from here to there, some where, no where, searching for himself, his soul was not happy because he could not find his true identity.

Time really never stops and again and again it played yet another trick on him: The Little Soul he knew and always played with was sent to a different place. Not seeing her any more was not clear in his mind, but there was pain, much pain…

One day, while he was walking through the forest a pretty butterfly, brilliant and warm as the sun, hovered around him. Something deep inside o-u-soul was awakened - a cry inside "I know that Butterfly", and it was true...

As the lights went by he realized that she was his loved Little Soul. It was too late; the beautiful M. Butterfly was gone.

Lost in the forest he was never seen again.

Lu Ar Yo
5/2/2000