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Jan 2015
Our souls hold our essence,
our past, present maybe even future.
This thought comforts me, in that when I cease
with this husk, my essence will move on,
like a flowing river, a growing bud,
or to a new born babe.



© JLB
31/01/2015
15:10 GMT
Robert Burton in the Anatomy of Melancholy (1628) writes,
"The Pythagoreans defend metempsychosis and palingenesia, that souls go from one body to another."
Camellia-Japonica
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Camellia-Japonica  F/Wales
(F/Wales)   
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