By BoJenn

Reincarnation—

not an ending,
but a quiet continuation.

We travel light between lives,
leaving behind names, faces,
the sharp edges of memory—
as white light softens all we’ve known.

Down our tracks,
too many to count…
each one a story
we once called “I.”

Forgotten, perhaps—
but not lost.

For something deeper remembers:
a rhythm,
an instinct,
a pull toward what feels like home
without knowing why.

Younger intuition—still brilliant—
returns with us,
again and again,
unharnessed,
yet somehow wiser each time.

And so we begin—
not from nothing,
but from echoes.

The track does not end.
It bends,
it disappears,
it becomes light—and then,
it becomes us again.

Never ending

An Eternity of adventures

Some short

Some very long

Wise or ignorant

Hmm 🤔 hopefully grown