Poem

The Circle of Life

An old woman lies discarded and lifeless
an empty shell
Grieve no longer, for a reason exists.
The spirit is tired, worn out and drained of
the inner energy on which it runs.
It travels to a place where it can be
rejuvenated, rehabilitated.
Floating; shapeless and fathomless in black oblivion
for what seems an eternity, but in a place
devoid of all time and location, it matters not.
In this spiritual paradise, free of
everyday concerns and trivialities
a multitude of wise and ancient entities
group to discuss the future of the world
far below; decide on progress made
and what will be allowed to be discovered next.
Suddenly; one enigma is plucked from
the millions which have gathered.
It is quickly reinstated into a newly formed body,
complete with a mind of its own
needing nothing but guidance
from an unacknowledged inner force.
The baby opens its eyes
and views the world for the first time.