Treasure Island

keemusabi tzu


Rebirth


Somebody leaves people cry
lost a loved one, they are no more
are they really no more
or is it just the continuation of the journey
the start of something new
the soul the spirit goes to the next body
to the next place
where the journey continues
where there is birth
or rebirth
I am not my body
I am not even my mind
Am I even the spirit
I am conscious awareness
So why cry, when they leave
when they are probably in a better place
walking up the mountain of evolution
evolution of the spirit
of life, of their life
i love the one that left
so shouldn't i be happy
happy they are in a better place
a higher place

Submitted: Sunday, July 08, 2012
Edited: Monday, July 09, 2012

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