Wednesday, July 30, 2008

The Reincarnation Gift

I believe in reincarnation... sometimes.


I believe I can be incredibly cantankerous and then happy again the next day,
And being at the whim of my bite is simply the price you must pay.
You’ll be warm again and even love me once more,
or you can choose to walk out yet another slamming door.

Or, I might be at the end of your mood and selfish delight,
and passionately profess to hate you with all my might.
And the rebirth of our love is yet another swift mood change-gear,
and together we go on in an honesty pinky-promise swear.

But...
We should know that existing again can come at a high price,
and the gamble we play is so much more than just rolling a dice.
So be kind to this place and leave a light on for yourself,
and decibal dewey your thoughts in your mind library shelf.

Reincarnate yourself with frank meaning to what you say,
to yourself over and over in that head of yours each day.
New lives can exist in many ways and very different states of being,
they’re there for the taking and your seeing will be your believing.

It’s funny how we can hate tomorrow what we cherished today,
but isn’t this simply the reincarnation way?
Starting again in a good minute on this day,
is very much a way of your soul saying ‘Happy Birthday’.

Our popular reasoning is just like a creative line-up screening,
we pick the good from the bad and leave the experience somewhat teeming -
- because ‘popular’ is subjective and will also reincarnate itself,
from memories on your dewey decibal mind library shelf.

So then, falling off the rail is ok when people can’t be bothered to listen,
because their ugliness today will be their beauty in tomorrow’s glisten.
And we will surely all be happy, eventually,
Like the immortal leaves on the charming reincarnation tree.

And so the sun shines brightly through the very darkest of clouds,
reincarnating your happiness, and erasing all your doubts.
And starting again in a good minute on this day,
means we’re grasping the gift of the reincarnation way.



© Dylan Balkind 2008

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