Like delicate dandelion carried forth by the wind
Without control of its own destiny
My departed soul will take flight
From the body when it perishes
Guided by my deeds and their karma
To come to rest in another world
Giving birth to another life
Subtler or more base (who knows but He)
A seed sprouting a fresh shoot
Thus I will finally give back
What I was born with
Hopefully, more enriched than impoverished
Image credit – Yayoi Kusama.
A detail of ‘Sprouting’ (The Transmigration of the Soul) 1987.