Reincarnation Poems - Poems about Reincarnation

And if there’s nothing left to come back to ... shall we wander the aimless wasteland as ghosts along with the other extinctic creatures. A barren planet of our making: literally, Hell on Earth. So, let us pray the Lord’s prayer for a little intervention. A little “on Earth as it is in Heaven.” would...

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It’s true, You can’t take it with you when you die. So, what will be waiting for you in the next life? It’s only what we do now, that will determine that. So, make good choices for the future, your life just may depend on it. All our lives depend on it! Ah, the...

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I’m just a cow chewing my cud if a bull, I could be a stud reincarnated I could be something different but lazy I’ll choose pig, just lay in...

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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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"Some believe they must earn a life in heaven.unaware heaven is already their home" ~ CayCay 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...

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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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