The Curse of Reincarnation.

White.
She opens her eyes
and all she sees is white.
The world introduces itself to her
in pieces-
It is
a patient parent who is in no hurry
to have her lose the innocence
of discovery.

 Textures form
and dimensions wrap themselves
around her
as color fills in the spaces
and space fills in everything else
in between,

and the first breath of air
fills her lungs.

Welcome back,
it seems to say as
her chest heaves with dry coughs
and desperation and greed
to inhale all the precious oxygen
that her developing body can take in,
and
to breathe on her own.

A weight is holding her to the ground.
Her muscles,
not yet strengthened,
and her body,
not yet accustomed
to mass, weight, a new open atmosphere.
Movement is a chore.

She looks around and the world is unfamiliar.
She does not know where she came from
or where she is
or
even realizes yet what she is.
The consciousness of self
not having yet
dawned upon her,
she just absorbs the physical world
that has forced itself upon her.
The stimulation is terrifying.

Where are the faces?,
she wonders.
There are normally faces…

She screams.
It is almost as if it were a muscle spasm
or
a twitch in her brain,
she screams and she screams.
Entirely out of her control,
she screams
until her lungs are empty
and she is emotionally mute.

And then she sleeps.

Her new born consciousness,
over stimulated and frightened
shows her a world long ago
and left behind.
A world full of life nourishment.
Something she will
never
personally experience.

Dreams of past lives
and past universes
will be her teachers from this point.
nature raising her
to raise nature.

Give and take

Interaction will be that of memory
if it is not with the inanimate.
It is her place now to be a guide.
How many more lives will it take
to fix a lifetime of mistakes?

What did she do to deserve this?