In the light of the moon

The next life calls to me.
I dream of what I will become.
Will I live as pure energy,
Part of the greater whole?
Or will I live as a new form,
Maybe a rock, a snail or mole.
I’m not done with this life yet.
But I try to learn what I can.
So in the next life,
If I’m good, perhaps,
I’ll not have to learn the same lessons,
Again.





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