Past life

A place called India
The roots of a daughter
The bloodline of Flora
The soul
The self
The one
And Yorkshire
My home
A battle unmatched
A war of mind
Reality untapped
Things I don’t understand
Gets me wondering
And drifting
Passed on
Passed through
From another land
And you
On the mind like
A Saturday
Singing a universal chorus
Spirits unbound
My mother
Half forgotten
Scattered light
In the morning
Calling me
To rise
Like a past life
Like another life
Someone else’s life
Like it did
When I was a child
Tapping me on my shoulder
To look at what I cannot
Plays on the mind
Like a ripple
On a wave
When I direct my gaze
Like the moon
Through the window
Calling me to
That she is here
Calling me
Like Lazarus returning
Like a siren
Only I can hear
To wake
In unwitnessed hours
To witness that
I’ve been here before
In the silence
When everyone
Has gone
To remember
I once belonged

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Past life

Sukhwinder Flora

Manchester, United Kingdom

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Part of this is about realising that my real self is something on the inside that does not change, the observer, the soul…. And that I am not the labels objects and places outside of me.
A very VERY interesting talk that makes sooo much sense!! ‘Iain McGilchrist – The Divided Brain and the Making of the Western World’ and i feel relates to my feelings about the world/identity/culture

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