"reincarnations" poems
A: Don't you find it irritating?
Z: Hm?
A: Don't you find irritating the human need to feel happiness?
Z: Isn't that only natural? When you are happy you feel good. So
you will want to feel good when you aren't happy right?
A: But that's not natural. Being happy is just a state you can be at. It's not the state you were at before or after. Being neutral is a state you came from and will go to.
Z: So should I feel the need to be sad when I'm happy just as I have the need to fell happy when I'm sad?
A: No, that does nothing. You shouldn't feel anything at all. Or have a need to in the first place.
Z: That makes no sense. Life is what the living does. You can't live without a need to feel can you?
A: Well maybe being alive is not a natural state to be at as well! If it was you wouldn't die or be born.
Z: What do you mean?
A: Well maybe life and death are also just a state you can be at, but neither are the natural states...
Z: Ugh... Third state beside Life and Death?
A: Yeah!
Z: What would that be?
A: Well for that to work I guess there would have to be a third party involved, like a soul or something, then we could say that it's only your body that is alive or dead. Your soul is then just a presence that trough a medium called body is collecting experience.
Z: What about emotions?
A: Let's add another body in the picture! Call it „emotional body“. Emotional body is using a physical body as a medium to get experience from the world and then there is a soul that is using the emotional body as a medium so we get a perfect being!
Z: Isn't that a bit of a stretch?
A: Who knows.... But then we could say that there is finally a natural state to be at. It is called „Soul state“. In this state you resonate your three bodies (the physical, emotional and soul bodies). In this state you are not „Alive“ or „Dead“, you are not „Happy“ or „Sad“, you are just a presence.
Z: And how would you get to this state called „Soul state“??
A: Well you should ask yourself why do the other two bodies exist in the first place?
Z: Hm.. Well to experience things right?
A: Yeah..
Z: Ohhh! So the soul is a presence that trough the two bodies experiences things! So once it has experienced all there is to see and feel. It will finally enter the „Soul state“!!
A: exactly!
Z: But isn't there just soo much? We don't really have enough time to experience all there is...
A: well who said you live only once..
Z: Reincarnations?
A: Mhm.
Z: But why don't we remember things from our past lives?
A: Well it would be rather easier to experience everything if you think you have only so much time. That way you will use all of the time given to you to live at your fullest!
May 6, 2018
May 6, 2018 at 2:33 PM UTC
I bet she’s beautiful,
Though I can’t see her, -
Sakura in the moonlight.
Friend, come, rejoice!
I know, you miss her -
Sakura in the daylight.
Reflections I see
When looking in her eyes, -
Everlasting spring.
Old master once said:
“Satori doesn’t draw lines ‘tween seasons”.
So what are you waiting for?
Jun 18, 2012
Jun 18, 2012 at 4:28 AM UTC
She was always a chameleon soul
Black Orchid
Eyes, shadows, vulnerabilities
Of heroine chic,
Juxtaposed with an embracing
Self
Of mutual
weirdness
Meshing voices from
The past
Nostalgic memories for
Behind the camera
A lady photographed
A younger self,
Mirrored reflections of
The lady she had graced
Into through the
Ages,
Where contemplative deliberations
Iconic wonders, flashed through
Her mind
With each click the metamorphosis
Click;
one
two
three
Twiggy, Edie, Kate
Transformations; a sorcerers magic,
Contradictions;
body
mind
soul
Mirages amidst reincarnations
Never a remnant of the same
For, the lady behind the lens
Unseen
A ghost veiled in black;
The Black Orchid.
© Sia Jane
Dedicated & written for my darling friend Cara <3
For she shall know love <3
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 11:36 AM UTC
N THE YEARS OF 1995 AND 2007, I WENT TO WORK AT
NORTHSOUTH COTRACTORS, AND I MET STEPHEN
VOLKS, AND HE WAS A VERY ENTHUIASTIC PERSON
ALWAYS WORKED HARD, DID THINGS HE SHOULDN’T DO
SOMETIMES, BUT STEVE VOLKS DIED AND HIS MOTHER
CRIED AT THE FUNERAL, AND STEVEN VOLKS HAS BEEN
REINCARNATED AS A CAT, LIVING NEXT DORR TO ME IN HAWKER
THE CATS NAME IS JADE, AND I LIKE JADE, AND JADE IS A REALLY
CUTE CAT, REMINDS ME OF VOLKI’S LAUGH AT NORTH SOUTH YA KNOW
I GOT ON WELL WITH VOLKI, AND NOW AS I SEE JADE ENTER MY
BALCONY, TRYING TO PULL MY SCREEN IN, YA SEE
YA SEE, AT LEAST STEVEN VOLKS, IS AT PEACE WITH BEN
MY NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOUR LOOKING AFTER IT WELL
YEAH AS JADE IS SEEN BY ME, I MUTTER TO MYSELF, HI VOLKI HOWS IT GOING
AND DAD AND ROBIN WILLIAMS, HAVE ENTERED THE ****** OF DAVID
AND LISA CAMPBELL AND LEO, WHO IS THEIR ELDEST BOY
WELL APPARENTLY HIS PREVIOUS LIFE WAS OLGA CHICK
AND I MADE SURE THAT DAD BROUGHT HIS AFTER LIFE TOYBOY ROBIN WILLIAMS
TO MEET WITH OLGA CHICK, YA SEE, THIS IS A PLOY TO BRING OLGA
TO DAD, OLGA WAS A WORKER AT VINNIES LIKE ME
AND SHE WORKED IN A BIG CAFETERIA, ONCE, AND
AFTER SHE DIED, AND SHE WAS A LOVELY LADY, A REALLY LOVELY LADY
AND SHE BECAME THE FIRST BORN OF DAVID AND LISA CAMPBELL
OLGA IS NOW LEO CAMPBELL, AND LEO IS GETTING TWIN SIBLINGS
DAD AND ROBIN WILLIAMS, REINCARNATIONS AS I WANTED DAD TO MEET OLGA
SHE IS SUPER NICE, AND I WANT DAVID LISA LEO TO MEET DAD AND ROBIN WILLIAMS SO THEIR SPIRITS DON’T STRAY
LIKE I DID, AND MANY OTHERS DID
I BELIEVE OLGA IS LEO CAMPBELL CAUSE I AM A BUDDHIST
AND STEVEN VOLKS IS JADE CAUSE I AM A BUDDHIST
STEVEN WANTS TO BE JADE, SO HE CAN CURE HIS SOUL FROM MENTAL BREAKDOWNS
OLGA AND STEVE, UMMMMMM, LEO AND JADE UMMMMM
UMMMMMM OLGA IS LEO, UMMMMMM STEVEN VOLKS IS JADE
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 7:14 AM UTC
I often cry when writing my love poems
*this secret, yet-not-so-secret, for the words become
blurry birthed by the amniotic fluid of encasing tears,
and when I write, wearing my emotions on my sleeves,
for wiping my cheeks, nose leaking, because I write of
sorrow supreme, that has no solution, pain repetition-dulled,
yet, provoking each time for the words bubble up, of-course,
it is love, in its thousands of reincarnations, coming to haunt,
the lost, the unfound, thinking of
my parents,
my children,
my lovers,
come, gone and
those who stay…*
I bemuse myself thinking, each tear a lost poem, removed
by sleeve or tissue, wiped away, lost, irretrievable forever…
but these yellowed memories forever and ever refreshed
by sea spray and wind, my face absorbs their unique nutrients,
and love and pain rebirthed as if it was the happenstance of
today, and the poem water tank just goes on and on being refilled…*
Jun 25, 2023
Jun 25, 2023 at 11:14 AM UTC
I want to be like nature
nature has no worry,
no tremor in the night
of what the day will bring,
no panic attacks in the shower
the sky looks down and even
in its insurmountable size
it cannot help the ground
it watches men dig up her roots
and lay their own falsehood
on her and the construction equipment
drowns out her weeping
the sky is at the mercy of the clouds,
constantly being washed over with
sadness and not being able to stop
crying, sometimes the sky stays in bed
for days without so much as
opening her blinds
she sees her lover the trees being
used by men who won't remember her
in the morning once they
devour her and take her
away and she gets so angry but
the lightning strikes never
land where she wants them to,
overcome by anguish for being
so big and so blue and so helpless
but sometimes the seasons spend the
night and actually stay for breakfast,
and she feels so lovely
she beams with radiance and
the whole earth smiles
nature has no worry;
the earth knows that
these men prying her apart
like lock jaw will some day
return and they will plant
flowers in her and repent
for their sins
she is the woman you come home
late to and she already has
the bed turned down, and
even when the sky sees her
dressed in white she has to stop and
catch her breath.
the sky knows some days
the clouds will hang on her
like cinder block and they will be
relentless, but when you are
the blanket the whole child of earth
is tucked in under she is calm,
relinquishing to the night with
the peace of knowing every fog
will be burnt away
she sees every one of her lovers
reincarnations and loves her again
and again and again in every life;
when she sees the trees being cut
like green split ends she writes a
eulogy in the breeze, sending away
her lovers leaves to be lived again
always closer to her own heart
the universe has seen come & go,
it knows the taste of unfaithful,
has found her hairs in its bed, but
still she cooks breakfast for one and
locks her doors as she leaves
she knows men will try to change her,
fail, and then leave and
they will try to change her, fail,
and then leave and she has no worry
that her eyes will stay bright,
her hands never cramped into bitterness,
nature has no worry.
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 8:10 PM UTC
darling, how are you today?
i'm months into my first heartbreak
and i wonder if you're the same.
mayhaps our souls haven't crossed yet
and your eyes haven't experienced
the first touch of color
if we look at each other,
or how the red string of fate
grows shorter and shorter
as we wade into a thousand years
brought about by
our constant reincarnations.
i would wait a hundred lifetimes,
swim through a sea of heartbreaks
(like now),
go through a life where
you don't exist,
or you drive a knife to my chest,
if it means there exists such a thing—
where there is even just a single timeline
where i get to touch your lips with my fingers
and hold you in my arms as you sleep soundly,
as our hearts beat closer and closer.
Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 6:52 AM UTC
Within walls the humdrum echoes
footsteps magnify into monsters
so do journeys untaken, unplanned.
Step by step conquest is mastered
in real motion forward
mountains climbed
distances measured with hard muscle
counted in steps -one by one.
Nothing impossible
to the journeyman
No yardsticks to measure success
even God is a step closer.
Meditate dreams in sequence
until nirvana nears
at the journeys end
and reincarnations materialise
step by step.
Walking on the wild side
lengthens the shadows of darkness
until we fail to see the light
that will lead us back to the beginning
to the first step from where we started.
Step by step
in rhythm with the heartbeat
we all work through life
and onwards into eternity.
Author Notes
Step by Step. ' He who wants to walk the whole world must take his first step'
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved.
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 1:46 AM UTC
paris...
no american in sight, or how i just see utopia...
songs on the steps of sacré-cœur, kissing
an american girl, then cheese and wine
next to the Eiffel tower, laughing, joking, trailing
and tailing off with talk of nabokov,
the nightclub scene with ping-pong ecstasy dances,
youth, youth, youth,
of youth that congregated once in those places,
parisian girls congregating for a game french hushes
with the chinese whispers and anglo comic charades
learned from the conquering normans...
paris back then, what wouldn't i have given for it,
but i learned of starving north,
where lecture upon lecture repeated david hume,
and i said:
it's the 21st century after all!
make edinburgh the new paris!
oh paris, but paris stay intact,
with the eiffel tower in my palm,
where all love met no love
but love met love all the more fictive,
written with a million reincarnations
that once told a tale of warring fractions known
as factions,
and it was told so: paris of my past where
i walked the streets with the compass height
ordaining coordinates that the tower was
to thus learn:
in times of panicky sentencing est mort,
people congregate in hawkish gaze
at monuments of their bone and marrow
turned into cement and irons of scaffold,
and there they congregate to ogle a new hope
when encouraged by a new fascination
of those that are less amazed by the phonetic
simplicity of animals than those who keep them.
oh paris, how i too wished things would have
remained a truer you begging truancy
from international press coverage,
how that one summer i became embedded
in taking to sleep on rock that felt like
woollen napkins filled with duck quills.
and in the memoriam altar two boys played
this song: as entombed by the title.
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 8:46 PM UTC
Every being that lapses before you
Is but a mere fluorescence
Illuminating your flaws
Elementary constellations
A façade of what you’ve become
Every strand of organic texture
Ejecting slivers of your identity
Every surface, every footprint
Annexed imagery
They are all reincarnations
Of past, present, and future mistakes
We are all scientists and teachers
Creators and explorers
Living within equations
Striving endlessly for solutions
When the solution lies before us
Viva La Imagism!
Apr 27, 2012
Apr 27, 2012 at 6:34 AM UTC
"Columbus was a twatface ****** whose karma now entails an aeon-long dharma of subsequent reincarnations as a monkey *** stain spurt on the hard cold floor of an unkempt city zoo deep within the bowels of Fucksville, USA. There, I said it. idgaf"
~ Einstein
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 2:06 PM UTC
Former Presidential Candidate Adlai E. Stevenson II (Democrat--circa 1950s) was spotted reincarnated as a young trappist Buddhist monk in a monastery in Saint Croix, U.S. ****** Islands. In the early evening hours he can be seen enjoying himself swinging in a hammock in the monastery's garden while making 12-mile inhalations on a marijuana cigarette and meditating on the possible dire encumbrances due the 2016 election year, though the balmy tinctured breezes thick with naughty **** often dissipate such fustian concentrations.
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 9:06 PM UTC
I’ve been thinking about God lately
And whats life after death
Because I can’t get past the idea that my existence is confined to just this flesh
I need to know if god is real
And what heaven to book a room in
Because I would rather sleep in beds with saints
Uncomfortable in sheets that aren’t my own
Rather than be caught up in the eternal damnation of my very own sins
I want to know god
Know god like I know the voice of my lover
And I want to feel gods love like the promise of salvation he wrote in the bible thousands of years ago
Because 80 years in this body isn’t enough for me
Honestly 180 or more wouldn’t make me happy
Because I want to hear the voice of my great grandpas voice again
And my pops
And
I want to see my dog
Plus all the people that will go in my life time
I can’t live with a goodbye I’m not guaranteed
I want to know if God is just some placebo put into place to bring comfort to our souls
Or if I can out my whole life into the blind faith of a man I’ve never met before
And what would eternity be like?
Is it better than leaving a legacy thats starting out as rocky as mine?
Does every day pass like a steady wind
Or does it move slow like snails crawling over blades of grass?
Will we know what forever is?
In heaven can you look down on the souls wondering around below,
Or are you in the constant worship of gods holy presence?
I need the answers to all of these questions
And clarifications for all of the possibilities
And loops holes like reincarnations
Because I’ve been thinking about death lately
And what people believe is inevitable
Because I’ve always believed in the gray muddle between lines
I can get past the idea of black and while
Life and death
God
Or nothing
Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 10:58 AM UTC
Today I felt the rain drip so far from my nose
It seemed so insane to believe this craze
My eyes glittered like a starry night
The rainbows of the sky made me in a daze
What had the heavens felt like
Were they crying or smiling
Had they been feeling upset
Or had they a request
My, oh, my, the stars were shining
Why had they told me lies
They've said they are diamonds
But the are stories of the skies
They tell tales through constellations
They shine in their own reincarnations
Many had said they owned the skies
They overpowered the day and night
I've come here to prove you wrong
By writing this stupid short song
Aug 30, 2013
Aug 30, 2013 at 2:53 PM UTC
sometimes I don't understand
the reasons why time has been good to us,
or the reasons why it hasn't.
every little day dissected,
and sorted into "wrong" or "right",
our sins pile up by our bedroom doors,
while we try to sleep at night.
I am ugly inside.
I am rotting.
it is easy to understand why.
but I can't quite figure out when I went wrong,
which of my sins tipped the scales
what brought me to this place?
and what is going to bring me out?
but I am so happy for you.
when I see you smile,
when I see that time has been good to you, because you were always good to me.
and I understand why I have never deserved it.
Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 5:58 AM UTC
I'm talking to you in there.
You know how special you are.
The way he looks at you,
and you know you've been looked at that way times before this one.
He looks at you, with utter compassion.
Holding back all he wants
Because you have yet to experience the pang of loneliness that is required in order to truly understand what it means to cherish another human being.
You may start a sad story about your life,
But do you realize that the saddest part
Is that you don't see yourself the way you should?
Most heroines are overlooked by their would-be suitor
and all see the tragedy in it.
That she is not valued by them the way she deserves.
She is not looked at and sought after the way she deserves.
But who is the other person in your life, Amy?
Who is the one person that will not appreciate how incredibly coveted you are?
You.
You and only you.
Those who care not for you have no interest in bathing in your excellence.
These people are not to be minded.
But there are many who are changed for the better just by knowing you.
Why are large animals so majestic?
Because they have the undeniable ability to ravage all in their path,
but choose to do so only when it is key to survival.
You could easily spread a wave of grief across all around you by taking a detour off of this bridge.
But it is your decision to instead change lives that shapes you as a beautiful person.
Death is much easier than life.
But being selfish enough to cause pain for so many people would forever damage the soul.
Even in the next life,
they would be cursed to only being able to cause pain.
This might be the turning point in your reincarnations.
You have the option of selfishly leaving and destroying all hope for future lives.
You have the option of taking all your pain and promising to aid all others in pain so as to be healed yourself and lead to generations of joy forever.
So when you look back at this, and ask what the best option is, remember the title of this poem.
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 7:10 AM UTC
Why have I never gotten past you?
Even now, as you fade into the nether
of the past, I desperately try to
hold to the effervescent memories of you,
and as it slips through my fingers, I
feel the loss, loneliness, and yet-
I never want another.
I only want you.
I don't care:
what you've done
where you've been.
I just know that I love you.
That is enough. It is too much.
I know I will never love again, because
after you, all other love will be pretend.
I cannot have you; I will have no one
and the winds will blow my love across the sea.
I hope you feel it in the salty beach breeze,
feel it in the warmth of the sun.
I hope every time you get goosebumps,
you realize it is my embrace;
every birdsong is my declaration,
Every whistling wind,
a soft whisper.
I hope you know that even until time dies,
through the endless reincarnations,
I will carry my love to that end-
until in blissful Nirvana in ages come, we are one.
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 10:53 AM UTC
I was a good human being,
Kept many orphans under my wing,
Did charity,
To the best of my ability,
Never missed a prayer,
Was always a soothsayer.
I chose the right path,
Never crossed your wrath,
Then, why from a tomb,
I am in another woman's womb.
During my death You showed me my life's journey,
Actually, it was funny,
From an amoeba, a single cell,
To so many reincarnations, difficult to retell.
A mole, a snake, a dog, a horse,
A pilot in the Indian Airforce,
A scientist, a politician, a millionaire, a priest,
Some births I had sinned, gone astray,
Angels had shown me the way.
Now,I had been a holi priest,
I had sinned the least,
Why?why?why?
I have to be reborn again,
Each time to a different culture,
another religion
Is it that I have yet to climb the last rung,
My sins completely washed,the last song sung.
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 2:36 PM UTC
I have died.
No more shall I ever be a human being.
Never again shall I live on Earth.
I am now pure love.
I have no form, no beginning, no end.
I am infinity, as you will also be,
as well as all who came before
and will come after,
after many reincarnations.
Blessed is eternity.
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
Mar 7, 2023
Mar 7, 2023 at 10:36 PM UTC
Over the past year I have learned so much from you.
I have learned a lot about real love, care, kindness, respect, listening, and I learned a lot about Lions.
Did you know that there are 21,000 Lions in Africa? Did you know that 21 is the year that I had planned for us to get married? Would you think that 2100 is the year that we would die together? Would you think that we would have 21 jobs throughout our lifetime? Would you think we might have 21 cars?
There are so many unknown facts about the future. About our future. But as it is known that there are 21,000 Lions left in Africa, I know that our future is written in the sun. And will be there for several billion years until the sun blows up, and a new Earth is created, and our reincarnations will find eachother once again. Who knows, we may even be the next Adam and Eve.
Yesterday was my birthday. As I have told you, I am very emotional about my birthdays. Mainly because my Dad never keeps his promises, I'm always let down. I get yelled at by mom. Back to the point, yesterday, I woke up for the first time to walk to my door and see simple paper streaming down from my door, well that simple paper to me was like having a room full of people pop out and say suprise. Although it was simple party paper, it was encoded with love. Which honestly made me tear up. I walked to the kitchen to see more, and more, and big letters that said happy birthday. Then a cake was brought to me, a home made cake. With the most prominent ingrediant being love. I don't even like cake. But that was the best thing I've tasted all year, other than your lips.
Then came the presents, I'm really emotional about that too. I didn't get what i wanted exactly. But I found out that all I really wanted was anything that you wrapped, Because anything that you give to me is encoded with a love that lasts an eternity. A love from someone who will skip work, school, anything to make me feel good when I'm sick, to bring me up when I'm down, and many other things.
And that Nicole, is why yesterday was the best birthday I've ever had. Even though, it was spent in the house. It was still amazing.
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 12:27 PM UTC
she said hello, smiled. i smiled back with no regret.
the books are left tied tightly.
woke up to see the shy pink. clouds.
we stood together working pushing rags through to make things neater. others searched the lines, the crossing, looking for reincarnations. we thought they were sheltering from the rain.
another day of vinegar soaked words. another play on keys, as we drift through winter days.
curtains dragged across the gloom, early, yet while light lingers later, we wander to the snowdrop drift, hear the last bird call.
give things to some one else, will they fall upon flesh, rip it, rearrange, leave to sleep? maybe it were their rags. or handle with care, small eggs hold with love, rearrange tenderly.
?
. it seems the work is cupboards. cabinet makers.
sbm.
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 1:27 AM UTC
my eyes are drying out.
time to put them to rest for awhile.
I should've stopped you, but never did.
we can't control ourselves, we can't stop this.
when I am blind, I will be able to guide you.
I don't need my sight to bring you home.
when your voice gives out, I will still hear you.
loud and clear, as if you're speaking in my ear.
my eyes are drying out.
at this hour they are so useless.
I should've slept, but I never did.
we can't take back this curse we cast ourselves.
so when you fall, I will be there to help you up.
no matter how many reincarnations,
or centuries have passed between us,
my soul will wait to take you home.
and when we our blind, our hearts will see for us.
in shades of summer and youth, we will map out the great adventure that lies before us.
and, oh, how it lies.
Jun 7, 2013
Jun 7, 2013 at 5:37 AM UTC
Nixon was spotted riding his bicycle
through sunny San Clemente, California
rehearsing his acceptance speech
for the 2016 presidential election.
Checkers had her paws clamped around
Nixon's neck, holding on for dear life.
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 12:02 PM UTC
Today, hammers ring out, rhythmic banging in the hands of workmen
renewing gutters and down pipes,
many times I wielded a hammer too, in past reincarnations of a work life.
Now, my fingers, like so many small hammers, fall heavy onto the keyboard, punching letters, hoping to make some sense, out so much nonsense. My twisted muscles would complain with too much pain and discomfort, if I were foolish enough to pick up a hammer, so I resist the temptation as much as I can, and reminisce about past life lived with so much vigour and carefree good health, when time was other than today.
Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 6:16 AM UTC