Monday, June 17, 2013


      Let’s say it’s so, and I’ve been born before,
      Returning many times to life on Earth,
      Though always with amnesia at the door
      Making my entry seem my only birth.

      My Higher Self, my Soul, contrives this ruse,
      A kind of hide-and-seek, so I might grow
      In karmic clarity and disabuse
      My Earthly self of what is merely show,

      Coming at last to recognize the Light
      Pervading all materiality,
      My consciousness attaining to new height
      And realizing why I came to be.

           That this may be, I now just speculate,
           The first step toward a truth I might create.