VI
If you are nothing more than timeless, spaceless, momentary awareness;
If there is in reality, no entity, no existence, what can possibly reincarnate?
XXIII
Did you choose to be born?
Did you pick your parents and family?
Your body? Your geography? Your circumstances?
Some would assert that this is one of countless reincarnations,
But do you know it as bona fide truth for your Self?
And does any of it really even matter?
XXXIV
You reincarnate in every time-bound moment
That you re-identify with this sensory illusion.
XXXVII
Where will you be when you stop reincarnating?
XLIV
You will reincarnate until you die for the last time,
With the complete surrender to your total nature.
XLVII
Your moment-to-moment rebirth, your reincarnation,
Is an outcome of your interwoven passions,
Your mistaken faith in the illusions cast by the senses,
And the mind’s ceaseless will to continue its ethereal weaving in time.
* * * *
You have already reincarnated countless times during just this lifetime’s imagined identity.
LXVI
Remember that who-what-where-when-why-how you have always really been,
Is not in any way, not in any shape, not in any form, about any reincarnation.
CXXXI
Even if he was somehow able to reincarnate,
Most believers probably would not recognize the real Jesus,
Because they at best only have some artist’s idolatrous rendition in mind.
CLXII
Just remember that it is you who wakes up every day,
And makes the mortal choice to reincarnate,
To pick up and carry the bag of shit
Stinking up the mind.
CXLV
Universes come and go, bang and crunch.
Is there some sort of reincarnating lineage?
Or just a mystery improvising new creations,
Ever the same awareness in every version?
* * * *
You reincarnate daily, who knows how many times.
CLXX
You are reincarnated in each and every thought.
CLXXI
Are you individually reincarnated, or is that game
Merely your general stream of consciousness
Playing out delusion in the indivisible mind?
CCX
So-called reincarnation is just another pointless point in the same old eternal nowless now.
CCXIX
Every mask and costume ever worn has fallen off again and again.
Consciousness imagining, consciousness reincarnating, each and every role.
Ever-remembering, ever-forgetting, within the illusory undulations of time and space.
It morphs even as you translate this; never anything but what it ever is, and is not,
Except in the sensory mind imagination ever deludes itself into calling your own.
CCXXV
Reincarnation, being born again and again, is an easy excuse for complacency.
CCLI
Any given point of this dreaming of awareness you call your life
Is only connected by the reincarnation of imagination.
The neuron trail of the brain deceives us all.
Every moment is a new and ever-changing beginning
If you are able and willing to detach from those so many memories.
CCLXII
You reincarnate every moment you imagine your identity real.
CCLXIII
Reincarnation is imagination gone native.
* * * *
What would life be like if you were not giving so much energy
To the ever-present reincarnation of an imagined identity?
CCLXXVII
Maybe reincarnation is some sort of remedial, corrective thing
For those many who cannot seem to figure it out
In the first few billion lives or so.