Original poem: Spiritual Infancy
Spiritual Infancy
In the next life
I will right wrongs.
For now I hold fast.
In my past lives
I must have lived in luxury.
For now there’s little comfort.
my past lives
must have brimmed with abundance,
exhausting my sacred reserve.
In the next life
I will be happy
and know what to do.
and this life
this time, this place
will only be a dream.