How many times, has the mind died,
and wrestled through, the throes of death.
How many eyes, have watched the light,
of their souls, fade into black.
How many hearts, gave up the beat,
as they lay, on fields of war,
or beneath, the jungle trees,
as they searched for food and love.
All those minds who walked to death,
what did they see?
The wheel of life tumbling on.
How many dreams, has Death seen,
while lifting life, from broken bodies,
to carry them, to setting suns,
to lead them to infinity.
Does he tell them life’s a dream?
A dream from which you can be free.
If you seek, your memories,
they say you’ll see,
that every life is really we,
trapped in other shapes.
How many times, have you and I,
met with Death, as a pure mind,
only to be sent,
from the gates of paradise.
Has Death and You and I been dancing since the dawn of time?
How many times must we bleed,
before we are set free,
before we learn to know,
living is but letting go.
Could it be?
Life itself can only bleed.
That’s all it means.
“Rebirth and reincarnation is the idea that our souls or our consciousness lives on after our bodies die. I was imagining just how many times a soul must have experienced death if it has been reincarnating since the beginning of life on earth. When I realized just how vast the number must be it gave me that feeling that all our souls seem trapped in an endless cycle of life and death.
Buddhism suggests that this is actually a secret tragedy of existence; that we have been struggling through countless lives hoping to get some relief. This piece is an exploration of these images and this theme.“