I have no memories of past lives, only vague feelings and deja vu encounters.
Sometimes they can be helpful, sometimes they run counter.
When I squat at rest, I feel the heavy burdens that I carried over miles uncharted.
When I feel lonely, I sense the emptiness and pain of the broken hearted.
The falling leaves, springs forward in my mind to new beginnings that are nothing new.
I ponder daily with the question, when will you be me, and I be you?