The Bubble That Was Me…

A bubble.

A bubble. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The bubble-that-was-me burst,
each particle of me carried off
by another sentient being, but…
with my consciousness intact.

Now I live in many spaces,
and on as many planes,
living countless lives at once,
feeling all the love of each.

Dreaming all their dreams,
but remembering mine own.
Wondering if this were permanent,
but absolutely unafraid, in awe…

An unexpected rebirth with a twist,
a web zinging with reverberations
of a myriad new encounters,
with countless others just like me.

When the bubble at last reforms,
I am left as in a golden daze,
the memories slowly fading,
here again, all alone, but found!


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