Words from Inside My Head

Everything started changing 

when they realized,

reincarnation

was not quite

what they had

believed.

Instead, dying was more like 

pouring into one 

large universal 

pond everyone 

flowed back from 

again, 

regardless of how they had

behaved. Not moved by 

how good or bad a 

self they had been, 

not influenced

by how 

many good or bad deeds they’d 

done, the results seemed 

to spawn from how much 

better or 

worse the 

world as 

a whole had become. So now, 

once dead, new arrivals

would rise again,

oblivious, 

not a self 

anymore,

a pristine anybody

born anyplace,

anyhow. That’s when

everything 

began changing.

Not always

for the 

better.

~ Annie B