An Inquiry Into The Texture Of Experience And The Plausibility Of Reincarnation Poem by Josh Mitteldorf

An Inquiry Into The Texture Of Experience And The Plausibility Of Reincarnation



Awareness flashes forth from waking dreams -
Amid the clouds, a peek-a-boo of sun,
Mere thought of self can be the death of fun -
My consciousness, more fractured than it seems.

While newly born, I formed the concept ‘mother'
Abstract from intermittent smells and touch,
Conceived my precious self, another such
projected separation from ‘the other'.

My isolation and the dread of death:
not the human fate, but mere illusion.
The goals I set myself in such profusion:
each a meditation on the breath.

If only I might fathom where I've been
when, bridging deaths, I wake in different skin.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This poem grew out of my experience with self-reflection, and also a mild case of narcolepsy connected to sleep apnea. I have noticed in meditation (and other times) that I disappear from present awareness, coming back a few seconds or a few minutes later, as if time were continuous and I had always been there, but unable to recall where I had been in the interim. Consciousness has lacunae, even though our perception is of continuity. The premise of my poem is that perhaps this is a clue concerning reincarnation. It seems plausible that consciousness might die in one body, and reappear in another, with no sense of intervening time.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Colin J... 17 July 2012

Very thought provoking poem... In my sleep I can fly vast distances and it all seems so real... Colin J...

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