The soul abandons the worn body that inhabits.
Years passed by leaving it old and hurt.
His broken heart has lived countless distresses
And his tired eyes have seen too many deaths.
He will not remember his name, nor his face.
A sea of forgetfulness will flood his thoughts.
Flashes from a previous life will burst in his mind,
Interlacing and confusing with his memories.
Recurring dreams will invade his nights and
Visions from the past will clarify his irrational phobias.
He will feel far from home, like a stranger
In a world and a time that he does not belong.
Its energy will return to the origin of a cyclical nature.
It will be born thousands of times in foreign bodies.
A new learning awaits at every death.
The soul abandons the worn body that inhabits.
It seems to evaporate and mix with the wind.
The wisdom of its lives will allow it to ascend.
It flies high as a bird, until karma makes it fall back again
Into the arms of a new mother.