My Future Self

This shall be my time capsule To my future self For when I’m reincarnated It is my hope I will recognize This poem as mine own Similar to when the monks Find the Dhali Llama With objects that are distinctly his Get a bamboo fife or shakuhachi And play it to the four winds North, south, east and west Look to the clouds and inhale them Gaze at the stars with a knowing that home Is somewhere out there Yet, feeling deeply that Earth Is also now my home Seek the Son of God, my original mission for being here He is more than imaginary as some will lead you to believe He is very real, and I had hoped to shake His hand Only to find that He had died for me And for you, my future self Seek Him as the treasure at the end of the rainbow And maybe, just maybe Next time, this poem won’t be necessary