Groups return

Kindred spirits yet so different
The world of the soul
Sees no distinction between one and the other
Yet on re-entering life the differences
That they once saw
Those differences will return
The context will continue

And thus we find old histories returning
That aware though we might be
We wholly participate
This state we call blindness
So though we know and correctly identify
Things as wrong
Unpleasant hurtful
Bad greedy
Undesirable
We go that path again
When young we are truly childlike
Closest to our spiritual selves
Come pain, come tears, come bitterness
And we lose ourselves again

But nothing is in isolation
Life forms the contexts we return to
Bonds with animals, will remain
To be refreshed anew

In this story, the entire family returned
One demanding, one silent, giving in
One eager to please, one fighting
One a victim through it all
Ignored again, but pivotal
Each one get a chance again