The life that is you has lived a million lives
before:
it was your mother,
it was your father,
it was your grandparents,
and your great-grandparents,
it was all your ancestors
back and back through time
until it was the first people;
and then before,
when it was not quiet human
but human becoming,
and then not so human becoming,
more ape,
more proto-ape,
more mammal that would become ape,
more early mammal,
more proto-mammal,
than anything recognisably human;
and then reptile,
and before,
even back to before any life crawled on land,
even back to that that swam in the sea,
to the sea microbe rich,
to many celled,
to single celled,
to the first life,
to the very seed of the first life itself.
We are all the first life grown old
with the passing through so many lives;
so many ways of being,
till,
just for now it flows through you.
What are you but an eye blink in its journey?
