There are millions you meet in your short stay, here in this mortal world –
yet something in particular do you in them, find to love.
It’s not beauty, not compassion, no not kindness either – it’s something else you love…
Something there are no words to paint a picture with; something immeasurable in worth.
It’s something that a few possess, in the depths of their soul;
something only a kindred spirit, with knowing eyes can behold.
What it’s called, where it’s from, what brings it about- you do not know,
yet what it makes you feel, in everything you do, does show.
They are one in hundreds, maybe in thousands, who posses this fruit for spiritual growth –
Old souls, from faraway lands, from many past lives come forth…
There’s something to love in them, something with naught plausible description-
something that binds you wholly to them, not merely a fleeting connection.
No, it’s not their education, nor the outward affection, not a helping hand, nor fatal attraction;
there’s something else you love; something high above,
something you can explain to none, something once found is never gone…
There are millions you meet in your short stay, with so much in them to love
But there’s something else, there’s something else in some.
© Isha Garg
Doodle by Isha Garg