Stephen Morrissey: Reincarnation

We meet again, again flesh

and blood, again bone, tendon

and memory. Events of old lives,

clothes divested as I diverted

the past in meeting you,

in meeting you again

and again and again

into infinity

Forty years of waiting for you,

a dark delirium of the soul,

we met apparently for the first time

but home is where we are together

in this room, this house,

the two square feet we occupy

in a single embrace. The embrace

of memory, bred in muscle, eating

or favoring one side in sleep,

falling asleep in your arms.

The arms of many births,

deaths, incarnations of

gods and goddesses,

Bardic voices, Druid's potion.

Listen, we share the sounds and sights

of a summer's evening. fireflies

across a field seeming

distant but as close as

a hand before your eyes,

breath on the back of your neck;

or is it the darkened field

and firefly lights

repeating their journey

between this life and that?

With you I have

returned home, not a place

where walls enclose silence,

but soul meeting soul

in the ancient movement of time

I lie asleep on the floor

ear pressed to the darkness

and hear the hum of earth,

the generations of families, priests,

and existence of all living things

like listening, ear to a pregnant

woman's belly, baby's rapid

heart beat; shadows fall hundreds

of feet, listen into the soul

of man preparing for its journey

of final sleep, we came

from here and return, forgetful

of our origins, or of the father

and mother who created us.

I hope you enjoyed this beautiful poem found once again by my mother. It was astonishing to me as I began to read and really listen to the words the poem is trying to speak, very well I think, because I think this poem is tied in directly (through its words) to my relationship with who I refer to as "Diego" in my writing. I have obviously not even decided what reincarnation 'is' or what might cause it. But I am now one-hundred percent certain that "Diego" and I knew each other from somewhere else previously. It is also interesting because "Diego" made an odd reference to me one night some time ago that should have hit me on the head like a ton of bricks that relates to 'my story' of the feelings that brought me towards belief in reincarnation-so it is indeed kind of a double whammy so to speak. I must tell 'my story' of what started this cascade of feelings very soon-perhaps I will start the next time I post. I will also be trying to do other things here, so no worries for anyone who is getting bored with this-it is very important to me for some reason to tell this story. Peace, best wishes and happy new year to anyone stopping by!