What is reincarnation, a rancher asked his friend.
Why it’s something that happens when your life is at its end:
They comb your hair, and wash your neck, and clean your fingernails, and put you in a coffin away from life’s travails.
Now this box and you goes in a hole that’s been dug into the ground.
This coffin will disintegrate, just like you who is inside, that’s when you’re just beginning your Reincarnation Ride!
Eventually some grass will grow upon your rendered mound.
Until one day, on your moldered grave a little flower is found. Then say by chance a horse should wander by and graze upon that flower, that once was you, but now is just your vegetative bower.
Now flower that that horse done ate, along with all the rest of his feed, becomes fat and bone and muscle – essential to the steed.
But some is consumed that he can’t use and so it finally passes on through, and just lays there on the ground.
Then I’ll see this thing – that once was you – laying on the ground, and I’ll wonder and I’ll ponder at this object that I found.
And I’ll begin to think about reincarnation – and life, and death, and such.
And I come away concluding, old pal: You ain’t changed all that much.
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