We were all warriors. In the making, and some complete
thrown into fire. To remould one last time. For the first time, to accept and
see things they cannot affect.
The First Life.
Was born amongst nomads; they were bestial and so was I. We
ate everything for dinner and breakfast. Lunch left to the prey’s calling. We
hunted and perfectly. They did not have a chance. Animals, humans, plants for
remedy everything under the night and sun was ours. Nothing left unconsumed and
I was perfect at what I did. Like you.
We deceived the weather, and the air till the point the prey
thought us no more than the environment that surrounds it. We clicked and
killed. Decimated and played god and I was good at what I did. Nothing left. I
was a perfect warrior physically and then death took its toll on my body as
well. While I was dying I remember that I consumed a strange poisonous mushroom
that called out its name while I faded away. The power of it consumed in turn
and all I could think of while dying was that this is where I was to lay.
The Second Life.
I was born amongst the warrior path of renunciate. They
made me fast and pray. I was never satisfied and I desired food constantly,
till my yogi guru took hold of me and told me of my deeds, and how I was
fortunate amongst a million light years to be born in the same time and place –
dimensional causality. I was taken aback and then I left my monk hood, bereft of
parents and siblings I wandered and I consumed things illicit to the nature of
men. There was the awakening and causation of life itself happening and I was
unprepared for it all. I consumed more, and I thought that I must sustain. And
I did. Fabulously and I learnt how to master to be a warrior in the mind space.
But nothing changed, though I know of my past misery I was not saved; there was
more to be… And I was never free. This was how my second life ended with the
thought that the heart defied the mind’s eye. There was a deeper mystery at
play, nothing to do with how your energy every mastered any situation or space.
I could never fathom that the mind only played the part of
the flute – and the flute player is something else entirely apart. This was my
learning as I died unattached and alone on a burning ghat so far from home. I
looked unto heavens for it to swallow me whole and I never knew that I would be
born again on the same brown soil for it was not over at all.
The Third Life.
Things are abrupt in reincarnation, there is never any
peace. A constant struggle without any visible end (For the lack of a linear
dimension in true reality)..The toughest life, met my match in terms of the
kind of situations which this universe rakes up to make us test our metal. The
heart poured blood and cries.
I had an inner guide which made me sit and realize the
fruits of past lives. The struggle continued but it became a fight between the
heart and head. This is not what I expected I must confess; something deep and
so simple as the heart and the games it played.
I fell in love with women and wine and never saw that
falling was a subtle crime. There is something else I kept muttering to myself,
and as I sat in the lotus posture for heaven to open up. I saw that my goddess
shimmering and smiling at me – pointing to my fragile heart; something that I
discarded all my past lives but not anymore.
I wept inconsolably for days on end. There is nothing which
can keep me away from the lives drawn in complete distaste. I must reclaim the
corner of the sky – dark and brooding without name or face. There must be space
where I can be left to myself; ending the drama and haze. Everything which must
come and go – will do so without myself there.
The third life was my final one; though there were many
others which I felt were the longing and key. There is nothing which I must be
other than everlasting life free.
I opened the heart which was cornered and kept caged for so
long. There is nothing which I must make but what is my own. Life the endless
cycle and circle now came back to its own demise with the (in) opportune third
life.
I have seen what needed to be seen, dug my grave and fit
right in. There was sunlight which led me astray. Now only peering darkness
from the void and in my heart forever to stay. Lives came and went and the soul
suffered not one inch less or more. There was singing and delight; nothing left
now but the reminisce of the same in my feeble mind. Lives came and went,
warriors hardened by the love which pours in the heart chakra instead.
See what life is to me and you; love laughter and pain through and through.
See what life is to me and you; love laughter and pain through and through.
Peace and Bliss!
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