This always

     ends in a question

Suppose it’s not a place.

What do you mean by that?

You talk about it like you’ll

be walking around in a celestial

snowstorm, without the cold.  

Maybe, this is all just costume,

cheap jewelry that tarnishes

and we move on to another

existence in a new disguise

that may be nothing familiar.

So, you believe in coming back,

reincarnation, a new you?

That’s not what I said, I was

talking more about never leaving, 

more than coming back.

The tunnel, the light at the end, 

you just proceed to something else 

readjust, settle in, get redressed,

it doesn’t necessarily need to be, 

have to be, anything like this. 

There could be new windows to look at 

nothing like we know, could imagine,

maybe no windows, no doors,  

no news, no sensory, just space.

Reincarnation has the soul persisting,

being judged, returning with another 

chance at Nirvana. I’m leaving out 

judgement, higher being, the judge,

the back to here, as we think we know it.

And who created this maze your 

consciousness keeps wandering 

through? If there is no judgement,

does it matter what we do?

Are you going to tell me that you

created this, all that’s around you,

and then do it all over again?