Past Life Poems - Poems about Past Life

Time

Time

Time spent. Time, spend my time. Here, there, dried reality, broken times
Yes, everything was lost, only the walk remained. In the space and time, walk alone

Walk alone
Walk alone

In the time
In the time

Remebering
The past

I just want someone to come back again. Again. This is the past. Back in the past
Recreate it from the past form again

Another World Sees

Another World Sees

It is good to live together two lives
Two lives are one, and one is two
The gate is open in the cemetery

Mirror life, patinated monochrome
The other side, without putrefaction
Calling now the gate, step is time

Runs the past life, comes silver kind
This life is cold but cool clear life
Feel and live in the dead cleared

Always remember

Always remember

the past, the past, you live far, you will live far, from the past
Expanding time unfortunately linear, turn back and see your life
See your life, watch your life, find your life, mine is in your heart


Always remember

the past, the past, calling you, following you, forming you the past
That time has passed away, turn back

Reincarnation

Trapped in my mind where I become we
So much existence present, each one are me 
Will not Converse nor consult with my spirit's mural I see
My spirit doesn't seem to react to my plea 
In here is a completely new world, real as can be
Entities everywhere, all kinds, visually a tree 
My demands for these

The Calling

Opened eyes 
reminiscing of the life 
That must have been
Centuries ago 

royal courts & palaces 
Science literature & art
virtue & honour 
Filled with glory 
A regal life

Back to present
Found a new lease
With a realisation 
The calling of this life 

A Past Life

I lived on Gray Street when I was a boy
  and rode my bike up hither and yon.
Now my home is a concrete parking lot
  and all its spirits and souls are gone

I sang at Greyfriars church as a child
  and learnt all about moth and rust.
I learnt nothing is permanent or

Goodbye to the past life

Feeling the sun on my face
Feeling free with music up in the trees
I hear you call my name and it becomes a race
Knowing I can no longer be at ease

Hoping you don’t read between the lines 
Pretending it's easy to go on
Back to the house I’m usually confined
How to continue when all my lifelines are

Walk in the future

Walk in the future

Being in the past, living in the past, where is the past?
There is no past, camphor is the past; changed all life
Sure? Who writes these words are the same, single life

So many paths, and roads, where are the beginning, and end?
There is no first step, no last step, and an endless walk

Past life regressions

as is now fashionable 
I visited a spiritual medium
it was all to satisfy my curiosity 
and relive me from my life’s tedium

entering lucid trance in the vast void 
instantly my soul guide appeared 
he held my hand and assured
there’s nothing to be feared

in a gentle voice he spoke
body dies but the soul lives on
souls reincarnate

Let Go

Are you being held back?
Are you living in your past?
Are you carrying the burden?
Are you bearing the brunt?

Have you more questions than answer?
Have you been seeking the truth?
Have you been knocking on doors?
Have you found the source?

Science always doesn’t answer, clarifies.
In meta world many things survive,
No text is sufficient, no explanations suffice.
In the world beyond,

RED SEA

RED SEA

At the mouth I lay splayed
blood trickling, slowly dripping into soft mud or red Akashic ink
             mud of my anus, ink of my sacred septum
                 

S 2017 J2

Jumping over the jagged rocks of Jupiter's sixty-seventh moon
My soles are bleeding, but my soul continues chasing the memory

Maneuvering between boulder and ice
Irritating eyes to turn frost-bitten

Bitter wind whirling across my cheeks calling attention to the sky
Surrendering a quasar to quiet my noise and drown out darkness

Distant behemoths to haunt and torment
Terrestrial echoes of another

The Past

A loving place where I did once dwell
but will never be allowed to return
You are the spring that feeds the stories I tell
the keeper of the things that I have learned

Each step I take is filled with memories
from a life that I once knew
Every smell from flower and tree
pulls my thoughts back to you

There in

Deja Vu

I just keep seeing them, the hooves pounding those old rain-soaked cobblestones, somewhere in the back of my mind.  I feel the creeping fog against someone else’s skin, not mine.

An old iron lamp post and that old lamplighter, impressions are burned into my third eye.  I knew him in another lifetime.  I’ve

The Falcon

I can recall another lifetime, one where I could fly
Gazing down upon the earth, moonlight glinting in my eye
A king among the stars with a piercing call that could terrify
I was once a mighty falcon, a raptor of the sky
 
Soaring majestically brought exhilarating thrills
Cruising deep valleys and magnificent hills
Preparation for the hunt was how

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