Thread: Sorry, but I've written another poem...

It was inspired by a book I was given yesterday called 'The Tea Book'. It was from the 70's. In it were photos of clean cut looking Indian men and sad looking Indian women looking to be, for all the world, 'enslaved' in the production of tea. In the book also was a bit of an idiot's (me) guide to the opium trade with China and the reasoning behind it. Interesting. I'll not post a comment. Apart from the poem...

Incarnation

You know how sometimes you think, ‘I feel old; older than I am, I have old knowledge, yet my memories are recent’?
You know how sometimes you think, ‘my soul is aged, more aged than my memories’?
Well, guess what?
What if you’re an old old being, an old old soul?
What if you inhabit bodies?
You live in them.
What if the bodies’ memories re-set at birth but your soul’s character doesn’t?
What if you keep going until you’re ‘done’, ‘cooked’, ‘ripe’?
Doing ‘Character building’ stuff?
Is that re-incarnation?
Is that what Indians think?
They’re all so lithe and they seem to wash a lot. I like that.