We come back as us. Call it representation.
For so as to comply with time being space
And space time, from one life to the next,
There can be no development. We just exist again,
Each our own link in an undying chain.
Nothing can be altered, no mistake made
Undone. The bees return as bees
And begin as they begun. What we are on earth
We remain. If I am a rock in the jungle,
That is what I am. If I am indubitably me,
Then I always was, always will be.
No use relying on enlightenment
To get me out of this infernal loop.
Every instant I’ve been one of the troop
Exists and did exist and shall
So as to maintain the fabric of it all.
From a seed that fell into a crevice
Grows a tree, the seed however
Is once more the seed so that the tree
Growing so crookedly out of its crevice
May become that tree forever.