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
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