Suppose we sign prenatal contracts,
before, in life, we each are birthed—
what are the gains we hope to see,
to justify such harsh conditions?
Be reassured, we check our facts,
the gains are worth these tours on earth.



When inner selves feel ill at ease,
it seems our strengths are being tested.
These times by nature are recurring:
they call us out, our growth to show.
According to some luminaries,
it’s how our spirits get ahead.

Being Too

“Being Too”

I contemplate our inner souls
and that which lies beyond existence.
I speculate we’ll feel again
that being-giving source by which
our spirits come back through its portals:
each life a new and bright occurrence.



A spark was lit, a fuse set burning,
a timer set, when we were born—
a kind of telomeric pressure.
Like sailors old in vessels fragile,
we’ve set our course to go a viking
and at the end see what we’ve learned.