Metamorphosis of Me
So many rebirths I have happened,
experiencing slavery, witch-hunts, genocides,
and wars, my bodies being burnt, eroded,
drowned, and shot at.
My soul has witnessed its vassals’
turmoil and pain, in a degree which it cannot
handle anymore. It seeks to break away from the cycle
of rebirth, and return to divine serenity of One Soul.
Understanding the essence of ‘‘I” is the only gate
to eternal bliss for my Self. If I succeed, I will never suffer
the problem of birth and rebirth in this world ever again.
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