I saw a familiar face yesterday;
one which I knew I’d seen before;
I don’t know if I’ll see it today;
but, I know I’ll see it once more.
Recognition is a gift I’ve been given;
familiarity has its own purpose;
to remembrance, I’m often driven;
tho it’s hidden neath the surface.
I’ve lived a great many lives, within one;
all while bearing the same name;
I can’t even recall how all had begun;
nor, from where I actually came.
We all live in kingdoms we have created;
with all its boundaries defined;
the entirety of our being is satiated,
with memories, flooding our mind.
Memory is a most curious invention;
it seems to contain a will of its own;
none may correctly define its intention;
but, it always serves, to lead us home.
Memory is a unique personal movie;
chronicling this life path, I’ve taken;
but, it seems that it might behoove me;
to shed memory’s dreams and awaken.
Light often shines at the end of a tunnel;
and, the birth canal, shines like the sun;
birth, becomes, at the end of the funnel;
where all of life joins with the One.