Countless lives I must have lived and died
Where, when, how, with whom, unaware I complied
My bones as ashes dispersed through space
Mingled in air, ether, oceans, fire and land
To be renewed at distinct time and place
In distinct form, beings around to embrace
Old body withered, renewed, cycled itself
My fragments scattered in all directions
The soil I now pick
Contains fragments of the dead
Could be mine, yours or theirs
No one can tell
©®Sunila ..04/03/2017.
An intriguing poetic journey.
A lovely,well-crafted poem filled with interesting ”ruminations.”