October 28, 2024 – A

Life seems to have such repetition about it, 
flowing through the ages, 
as though we all share someone else’s motivations and memories. My questing seems to be someone else’s 
forwarded to me—someone I am not related to 
in at least the two generations preceding my birth. 

The things that call to me did not call to anyone I know 
in the extended families of my parents, and their parents. 

If life never dies, 
but is passed along in ways that, 
more than span generations, 
but cut across generations… 

Well, that would support Einstein’s idea about 
“neither created nor destroyed, 
but transformed or converted.” 

As our bodies go from dust to dust, 
our spirits are “born again” and again, 
along intersecting rivers of energy and interests, 
and common experience 
to continue “the journey, 
the questing” that never ends...

We take what we find,
and see where it leads,
never entirely sure of what 
guides our boat on its path through the sea.

Which would be, I suppose, a form of reincarnation,
life moving forward, never dying
and and being always renewed
as a continuing thread binding all of us together,
making the phrase, "We are all one"
meaningful in ways we have not considered.