Short Transmigration Poems

Short Transmigration Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Transmigration by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Transmigration by length and keyword.


Transmigration

Rushed along to triage
with time storming out
despite the flow within
just dying to spout.
Memory wraps its bow
with ideals devout
before launching a berth
along a fresh route.
© John Weber  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Transmigration

In the beginning of the end of this life,
I shall say to you, as we go into the Light, hand in hand,
“I told you so… Now, let’s go.”
In the very end, the truth is we can always begin again,
Simply because life never truly ends.

On the Transmigration of Souls

"On the Transmigration of Souls"
Wordless. Music speaks. Angels sing to remind us (LadyLabyrinth/2021) September 11
John Adams - On the Transmigration of Souls (2002) [Audio + Score] https://youtu.be/oNTBzkpnKfk
Form: Ode

Premium Member Black Onyx

Onyx dark silicate, descendant of agate echoes inspired by nighttime sky; a calming focus of the deepest void, spiritual transformation awakening the soul, translucent black onyx. Black hole transmigration, transformational sight, the never ending seeing eye vision of Tetragrammaton essence; majesty of heaven’s splendor enlightened souls will fly darkness alight, black hole.

Transmigration

Well versed person in never enamored,
As Mithya consorts to transcend to childhood,
Youth or the aged physical consciousness;
Neither affected by good or bad in life.

Joys and sorrow like cold and hot weather,
Touch not creative or destructive senses, 
Residing as unique undefined being,
Within our soul we garner to suffer.

Atma plays with Maya in novel rebirths,
Dons different wombs to one's salvation?   



Ref:-
Gita Chapter 2 verse 13
© Jai Garg  Create an image from this poem.


Timeless Friends

A Follower of Pythagoras 
and the theory of transmigration
wish to prove to his friend
the fact of reincarnation.

Although the man presented
how life to life was sewn 
his trusted old companion 
wished he’d just go home. 

Yet, he persisted 
“I can prove
that you have lived before,
You were a miller that I knew
from the town next door.”

Feeling injured
the old friend agreed
with his patience all a scoure
“I was the Miller
and you were the ass
that carried my mill flour.”
Form: ABC

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