Life
Life ???
A Baby cries, this life, takes its first breath.
From that moment, a journey towards death.
Death, but an illusion, it’s all about change.
Energy transforming, molecules to rearrange
Birth, the death of an innate, untainted knowledge.
A knowledge lost with schooling, on its way to collage.
Except, that is, for the very pure of soul, so very few,
who have retained, what they brought, what they knew.
From a dimension beyond our comprehension, from a far.
From a dimension giving life from the essence of some star.
All that wisdom lost to our subconscious, who we truly are.
All vanished on the funeral pyre of consciousness, not but char
to remind us of what we once were, as we journey through this life.
Hoping, praying that fate, karma or life guides us away from what’s rife.
B. J. “A ” 2
January 20th 2018
Copyright © William J. Jr. Atfield | Year Posted 2018
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