Coming Home
Before you were born
we took a good look,
where would you land,
on heaven or earth?
We held up the slides
to see what you might be,
we saw your walk-around
legs, and let you roam free.
Not all of us go to the gravity
lands, not all of us go to the fire
or the sand. We simply don't know
until we see you inside
where in the universe that
you might abide.
The body you receive
when you are ready to birth,
isn't the body you had last on earth.
Not the body you had eons ago,
just the body we give, good to go.
You won't live long,
unfortunately, but you'll
still learn and teach, and
come home free.
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