Reincarnation Poems - Poems about Reincarnation

Life moves ever forward Every minute that passes It changes ever so slightly Stepping closer Step by step Til the steps fade out into the night Millions of them start and end Like droplets of rain Eventually they evaporate Into clouds they form And soon they'll fall, again and again...

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Human life is striving for joy while saturated with busy bits of an emotional seesaw, its movements leave traces in so many places, our goal seems pre-disabled. So, it is that despite emotional throes we seek fulfillment over and over. As God's own designed, divine-honed souls, we are light sourced as formed in His realm. Reincarnation...

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I came back from the dead with petals in my mouth, The grave had taught me silence, the spring had taught me doubt. No angels marked my rising, no trumpets split the sky— Just dust that shook its sorrow, and stars that passed me by. My new life was a hallway of doors I couldn't name, Each one a gleaming...

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a man, aging yet still of play for he, a piano plays he and piano plays he well but die does our aging man for he, dead, yet playing on and piano plays beyond as born is a child born for he, a piano plays he and how plays our child well a gift, piano, barely learned but known in this child as once known in...

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Skulls and roses, skulls and crossbones, most of people who died alone. Skulls in corpses, skulls in the living, ‘til they decompose, protection is what they’re giving. Protect the mind, that tissue so soft, but easily shaken, easily sent aloft. Protecting a soul, so sweet and tender, but nothing, not even nature, can...

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There is no reason to die except An intent to be born again Considering this, we are living dead Why don’t we remember it then Scientists say that we use only About ten percent of brain cells The other ninety must feel a bit lonely They can’t show up anything else But a passive presence, or maybe not Entirely passive, the scientists say But nobody...

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Tunneling through nightscapes, weightless moon doll escapes. Collapsing space-time, the pages and pages, of fluttering windblown stages in quantum nonlocality, a graphic novel engages. Burrowing through dystopian nocturne, the night traffic gives us heartburn. In magical claytronics, everyone is reassembled, reincarnated by cosmic consciousness, a karmic cautiousness, a persistence of endless distance but finite parallel. We see the light out of this tunnel. Can we make the quantum...

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I see how I look inside out, not how I look outside in. My Amtrak races between mountains and rivers, my traces, my inner spaces, my dawnings, my inner longings. I see how I look inside out, not how I look outside in. I leaf through fading pages of crumbling books bound with passion strings, broken by wounded fissures of regret. I see how I...

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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...

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In the chambers of the caves, I sought refuge from all the moral forgeries spreading over the land. Holding my lamp aloft, I pursued solace in childhood alcoves. In the chambers of endless caves, I explored myriad twisting pathways longing for the playful mirth of recall. But Cerberus confronted me, snarling, preventing my passage beyond his gate. In the...

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Nothing is new Even me and you All re-lived In time frames anew Thread through this heart Tread to that soul Weaved and walked Million years ago Warmth of that smile Recalled by this being Comfort and peace No one else could bring Meet you again Some day, somewhere; Different face, Same old gaze...

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we are angels and demons victims and villains warlords and peacekeepers – we have been all of it incarnation after incarnation – playing out the game of life – ...

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One day time will end. The sweet nectar of making love And the desire to kiss your lips Will become just a distant And diaphenous memory. I wonder whether I will exist outside of your brain Or will I be just a concept: A shadow, like a puddle of drying rain Fading into some oblivion; Gaseous, fumate molecules Blending with nought but air? Will it matter to...

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reincarnation why would i not believe it so many lifetimes...

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A few branches of flowers seemed less, so I planted a garden A simple love message wasn't good enough, so l wrote you a whole story A few hours of my time wouldn't cut it, so l gave you my eternity l have the best of cologne and branded clothes just for this moment. Love is in the air...

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