In a dying body can we truly be born again?
I am told that each cell in my body is replaced
Through a cosmic cycle every seven years
So, I can say I was reborn seven times already
I was also told that each sun rise
Brings new beginnings and possibilities
So, under this rotating Earth ship
I am a newborn colony of cells every morning
If there was any hope of rebirth that I could master
I would call for new beginnings where I get to remember
Again the sweetness of my Mother first wild embrace
Again the return of friends long departed with the curiosity of this new light
The colonies of virus and bacteria that keep me alive
Spinning in much faster cycles, are here to help me see
The passing of time through the lenses of decaying and smell
Informing my elusive and humble attempt to understand life
If I were born again, I would summon again the Nagual and mythical beast
That carries the memories I need to live and attempt to remember
Yet the deities and angels, in their kind embrace, will whisper songs
And tales of eternal death and rebirth, to quiet my fearful mind
I would call the ones who left too early for a proper goodbye kiss
And those who came too late, for an earlier supper.
I would make sure to write down what is necessary to love
For the simple to guide my wonder and quest
And to erase what caused any thread of pain
Seven years. Seven songs. Seven directions. Seven lives.
There are too many unknown mysteries for me to grasp
The poor attempt of control over my destiny and fate
To let the greater truth emerge again and again
As I am born again…
(C) Born Again by Angell Deer
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