~ By Courtesy of Others ~
Afterlives
The world, a tree?
No, a seed!
Many seeds,
Each one a tree.
Your life flowers.
Each blossom branches,
Every branch, fruiting,
In infinite expansion.
You are not single,
Birth, death, rebirth.
Your breast-breast-bone,
a pomegranate of possibilities.
Split, each chamber’s tumbling seed,
a life .
An afterlife?
Why one?
The root births many shoots.
Even the burned branch
Buds along its entire length.
The mound, the hall, the family, the god,
Why one rather than the other?
From our loins come many children,
From our lives,
Many souls.
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Fjolnirsvin