Born Again...And Again...
All is impermanent, the sages say;
by Linda Stitt
all that is formed will surely pass away.
And, though experience has shown this to be so,
my little self refuses to let go,
holding to form, to concept and to dream
and all the many fleeting things I deem
essential parts of the essential me.
And when that turning comes where I could be
freed from delusion, from desire and hate
which bind me to the endless wheel of fate
I fear the ego, frantic to grasp afresh,
will flee to a waiting womb and gather flesh.