Reincarnation Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

When one life ends, a breath takes flight,
The spirit seeks a new, soft light.
No ending truly, just a turn,
A lesson new, a life to learn.

Like seeds that fall, then grow anew,
The soul in different bodies, true.
In Hindu paths, the soul takes hold,
Through endless cycles, brave and bold.

In Buddhist thought, the deeds we do,
Our karma shapes what comes for you.
No lasting self, the wise ones say,
But what we are, lights up the way.

Our acts, like threads, weave futures bright,
Or shadows cast in darkest night.
Goodness brings joy, bad deeds regret,
A new beginning, we don't forget.

The goal is peace, a final rest,
To break the chain, be truly blessed.
No more rebirth, a spirit free,
From earthly chains, eternally.

But who are we, when memories fade?
A puzzle whispered, unafraid.
A different face, a different name,
Yet the same spark, a hidden flame.