Reborn Yet Once Again

<p>My mind is all over the map as I age. Somehow, in all the clutter in my brain that comes from too many decades of frantic living, I get an intuitive glimpse of a past where I was me but not me, and a future where I am once again in another body. The soul, as I understand it, is not something with a best-before or expiry date.</p> <p>riding the wind<br /> no knowledge of destination<br /> knowing only<br /> there was a beginning<br /> and at some unknown time<br /> an ending of this journey</p> <p><a href="https://medium.com/write-under-the-moon/reborn-yet-once-again-742fcd0b75aa"><strong>Click Here</strong></a></p>