A life ago I was a starving Hindu scholar.
Before that life, a well-fed widow with sons.
In yet another, a French lord who inherited from his father.
In the next, I fought and died in the Mexican Revolution.
Once I was a prehistoric girl living in a cave.
Then a Roaring 20s flapper with a married man.
I have glimpsed my future where happiness is engraved.
Many lives knit together, my soul's master plan.
I carry all of them inside of me
living in Mexico where we lost the war.
From hunger and the cold I have been set free,
from greed and longing I suffer no more.
I know who I am
because I know who I have been.
I love the many "me's"
that live beneath my skin.