Driftwood

Like driftwood

I must've sailed the waters

of millions of ages.

Born in many places and times,

taking different shapes and forms,

touching many shores, landing on some 

and tarrying on some others longer,

arriving now with an old wise soul

full of stories and memories hard to remember.

Only a canvas full of

fleeting images and moments

fleeting faces and feelings,

morphing and re morphing into crystals 

one moment and shattering into shards the next.

The charade moves on.

There'll be other lives yet to be lived and ended

and begun again until beyond 

 misery and sorrow, the desire and ache ,

The self in the One.