Reincarnation. Poem by Daniel Y.

Reincarnation.

Rating: 5.0


At some point,
Siddhartha ate pork,
Though he thought it was rice
Because it was.

And someone thought they were Jesus but
They were not but they will be. May-
-be.

And I cannot be selfish when so many depend on me
And so many have given me
And so many alike me

Waking up a new person doesn't happen
Everyday. And yet it does some-
-where.

Sunday, August 10, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: religion
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Heather Wilkins 01 September 2014

an interesting poem I have thought about this subject a lot. maybe it could be who knows?

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Heather Wilkins 01 September 2014

an interesting poem I have thought about this subject a lot. maybe it could be who knows?

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Daniel Brick 22 August 2014

I know the story that contaminated pork caused an already very infirm Gautama's death, but I don't get the next two lines: He thought it rice and it was? ! ? ! There is a curious dynamic in this poem - something is asserted and then taken back. eg. people won't become Jesus but Mary? As a former Roman Catholic views of Mary have an intrinsic interest but this one puzzles me. Are you toying with the process of reincarnation somehow? I know I'm missing something.

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