Memories of Another Me
A poem i wrote about a past life i am certain I lived: of this little girl in black braids, a vision, image, knowing i have had burned into my very being all of my life…
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There is a light wind, as always, blowing scents
of sage and sky across
the vast prairie landscape.
The sky is a clear Manitoba blue.
There is a wagon near by…
but it does not belong to us.
I am in braids.
I am always in braids;
in this mind photo
my face never changes.
I am looking at myself somehow;
seeing myself through another’s eyes –
yet, they are also my eyes.
So strange
how the mind
turns.
I see my caramel suede dress;
I feel my sense of oneness
with my surroundings;
I feel my peace of mind, and my heart
beating in calm,
dulcet tones.
Bump Bump.
Bump Bump.
Bump Bump.
I am one with everyone and everything.
I am not just a girl:
I am wind.
I am fire.
I am sky.
I am water.
I am earth.
I am peace.
And I am happy.
I am smiling at myself with eyes
that question; but in reality,
they already know the answers.
I know that I am looking at myself
from another when; another life –
I am the girl in the long black braids.
I am the one smelling the sage
burning in the fields
set by my father,
for the spirits,
and for life.
This picture stays with me always.
That Sioux girl has always been with me.
That girl was me…_is me._
This picture of my past self is,
for all of time,
imprinted upon my soul.
When I pass from this world,
I wonder…will I still remember the girl
with the soil-black braids?
The girl who stands in a field
of tall
swaying
prairie grass, as it whispers its songs
of truth
in her ears; songs of all its days
singing of all it’s seen…
Singing to her of the girl writing this poem.
Singing through another set of eyes,
from another when.
I smell the sage on the breeze
and the blood that will soon follow…
And the
restless
spirits
dance…
© Kristin Reynolds 2008
Daneann
Beautiful, Kristin. Keep up this good writing. (I want to read your book.) You have a unique style that is consistent throughout your writing. Your work is YOU. And YOU are your work. Thank you for sharing so much of yourself with the world. Lovingly, Dane
Kristin Reynolds replied
You are always so very kind, thank you. :) I’ll let you know when the book is done, then ready to read…my life is crazy to say the least right now, but i want ti done by the end of the year! thanks again! Kristin :)
Daneann
That was a quick reply, Kristin. Good morning from Florida. I hope you’re on the East Coast USA. Otherwise, it is VERY early. I love reading your poetry. You are so sweet. Have a great day. Lovingly, Dane
Kristin Reynolds replied
Yup! In VT, for now…but may be moving very shortly. :) thanks again! K
JenniferB
This is a fantastic piece of writing! You really have a way of walking the reader through your memories with you and the imagery is just beautiful! :-)
Kristin Reynolds replied
Thanks, babe! I appriciate that. :) Kristin X
autumnwind
You make me believe, always. xoxoxo
Kristin Reynolds replied
Thanks, hun. that’s a good thing..believing. hope you’re not overwhelmed by moving…X
erika15
Wow….this is just so amazing! I felt this, I saw everything you described.
seeing myself through another’s eyes – yet, they are
also my eyes.....I’ve had this happen to me in my dreams countless times. It is a very funny feeling, isn’t it? I really find so interesting how you strongly feel that this was you in a past life. And the way you wrote this just made me believe every word of it. You can easily tell that you feel this strongly. I just find this so interesting!
Thank you for sharing this, K! I loved reading it! XX
Kristin Reynolds replied
thanks, E. :) it is a funny feeling; it’s a feeling very hard for me to describe – this was my attempt at it. :)