Personification of Reincarnation…

Is Bush actually Hitler & was Hitler actually Napoleon?

Am I my father’s grandfather or is Rufuz my father reincarnated?

Sometimes we wonder on where our journey to the next life takes us,

As if life is a journey and death a door,

Where do we go from here, should we take the bus?

Will I come back in another body with the name of Gus?

Or will I just return to being me, to re-do what I did not do right, in this life just…

Maybe I have been here a thousand lifetimes prior,

Was I a bird or a bee or worm or a tree?

Maybe as a tree I did burn down, and lose all my leaves,

Or as a worm I was eaten by a bird, then perched in a tree,

To watch the bees while they swarm, and make honey so tasty and warm…

Do I herein wax poetic or philosophical, or metaphysical or visionary?

Which am I, a philosopher, a gopher, a candle maker, a jerk,

I can be all the above in the different lives we claim we do not shirk,

But to be any of those different people will be to discover I do lurk,

In the inner minds of the many, the souls of the few, and the bodies of only one…

If I make any sense to those of you that understand, then explain it to me,

As if I am all of those, or them or however it is said, how can I just be?

The one and only humble reincarnated me & who am I, can you tell or can you see?

If so please tell me, as I am at a loss to decide, if I am me, a bird or a tree…

              © ed – 3/31/04