Poems

Have we met before?

Sometimes we meet people and feel like we have always known them. If we perceive the unity of all, in essence, we are part of everyone, and everyone is part of us.

have we met this way before?
were you my lover, stealing kisses
or my brother, sharing childhood blisses?
maybe I met you
in my mother’s sweet embrace
who is to say? nothing is new
what shape or form Self takes on,
to entertain itself
oh, this elusive cosmic game!

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