WORLD OF THE FUTURE POEMS

from Cloning Space and Time

What if scientists move consciousness
     through new bodies,
Or clone the old to make them grow
     into the new.
Things will groan,
     stay for a while,
          then grow stale.

Will death rest
If old minds take new bodies,
Or play tag with space and time
     in new multi-dimensional rhyme,
Or unravel ancient mysteries,
     and rewrite histories?

The universe has played this game,
     placing consciousness in new bodies.
For reincarnation is an old invention.

Life may feel like detox or detention,
Before there is retention
Of our aliases, our alibis,
     our ailments,
     that seem to nail us,
          (wailing us !)
     and walled us in,
          inside and out.

But desirelessness
     must be learned
As insight and self-forgiveness
     is earned,
Least successes spoil us,
     and detachment take a recess.

We are bound
     till we are by Spirit found,
Who simply says,
     "What is is what seems
          as in a dream."
We are lost and found,
But only if we find ourselves,
By keeping vigils with our rhymes,
By playing glass bead games
     neither gladly nor gamely,
But not at all.
For we play
     too seriously
          or deliriously,
Ever peering into the universe,
Or preening before it
In euphoria,
     holding the latest formula.
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