This must be another universe,

one of the alternate ones

not so tangible as that where I succumbed.

I’m a new-born ghost,

my awareness shifted to this body.

The feeling of weightlessness pervades me

as if I could float in air like smoke.

Here part of me has been living all along,

conducting a similar life with different rules

among the ghosts, the shadows that are real.

Glad my consciousness was transferred here,

that there’s someplace after death,

I leave the orphanage and go out

to search for my rebirthing shape.

Shall it be as butterfly, plant,

animal or bird? Or human again?

I only know it will be planned but accidental.

How many other worlds I’ll enter,

with what length of lives, what limitations

are now mysteries wrapped in starry nets

of universal consciousness.

But I’ve begun to cut through the confusion.

This must be how we evolve,

not backward or forward in time, but simultaneously.

Wind blows through me as I float along

barely feeling the pressure of my steps,

noticing small differences between this world

and the one I suddenly left.