I was once born as a worm
Content with thousand progeny
Under a stone by the silent brook
Oblivious to this worldly misogyny
Happy in my private dark nook.
Then I was born as a rabbit,
Scurrying away with my folks
Gnawing all farmed carrots
Grinning in mirthful chokes
Playing with singing parrots.
I was once born as mynah, and anew…
As a cuckoo, singing sweetly for a lover,
catching fish as colorful, busy kingfisher,
A flamingo always flying to estuaries new.
Upon the meadows I galloped as a horse,
And croaked in ponds like monsoon frog,
I swayed through forest as elephant silent,
hid in jungle vines as Tigers of sunder-ban.
I crossed the desserts like a ship of camel,
And circled burial grounds like regal eagle.
Fluttered like impatient short lived butterfly,
Sipping nectar, honey, pollen and royal jelly.
I lived a four hundred years silent swimming,
In the seas like green grandfather tortoise.
I squeaked as a Dolphin and sung like whales,
From sea to land, land to rivers, and then to air.
Thus I cross a hundred million lifetimes,
To reach where I am to be born as human.
One of several kinds, not in dark not in light,
Somewhere between the stages I have to pass.
My wins are not wins enough,
My sins are not sins enough,
To be judged in a space and time,
Not within grasp of hand or mind.
I cross the ten phases of soul,
As the clockwork goes ticktock,
Now stuck in this midnight hour,
Waiting for a dimension beyond.
I was born as human,
Gazing at a cosmos beyond,
Peeping within layers hidden,
Stretching myself thin to oblivion,
Collapsing again to depths riddled.
I was born as cosmos,
Worn, torn and reborn,
I was alone, lone, in cycles.
Perishing emerging again and ,
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