Reincarnation

In domains past our human sight,

Where time breaks up in unending flight,

A spirit withdraws, its process turned,

In cycles tremendous, its course started.

From old sands to far off stars,

Through experiences that shape both all over,

A dance of substance, at any point twined,

In bodies shaped, in hearts revered.

Through preliminaries confronted and illustrations learned,

In each wind, in each turn,

The spirit perseveres, its pith valid,

In each tint, in each view.

In eyes that sob and chuckling's tune,

In reverberations of the past, have a place,

The strings of daily routines once experienced previously,

In murmurs heard, in reverberations sore.



For in the embroidery of time,

Every life a refrain, every spirit a rhyme,

An orchestra of being, tremendous,

In domains of future, present, past.

So let us love each breath,

Embrace the dance of life and passing,

For in the circle, we will find,

The reality of self, in hearts weaved.