Many Lives

And there he lay…
The man of dreams…
His face…

Of a young child in his mother’s lap, wanting to get away, explore all there is
Of a monk, in a dark world, moving along using the light of his spirituality
Of a thinker, thinking of what is not, not what is
Of a man, hoping never to be noticed, sitting in the back, enjoying the calm
Of a man, with a hundred children, smiling away…so many people surrounding him
Of a singer, singing songs, liked by many, yet sung by few
Of a traveler lost in the wide world, walking the different paths that life offers him
Of a soldier who fought many battles, not winning all, but never quitting any

And now he’s lying on grass that’s no longer green
Thinking of all his dreams, the old battles he has won
He says to himself, “is it all over, have I lost this one”
But he smiles, as a voice from inside sings back,
“No, you haven’t. You have won the war, for you lived many lives, never giving up on any”