"It is a poor sort of memory that only works backward". ~ Lewis Carroll.

Introduction

The subject or subjects in poetry and prose may be based on fiction or facts, and sometime on a blend of both. But, what is a fact to one person may be fiction to another, and vice versa. This distinction varies very much and depends on how a person perceives the world and reality. Often that perception is based on ones upbringing (even ones genes), education in this life and influenced by unconscious knowledge acquired from other lifetimes.

Of course, if you do not believe there is any truth to the reality of Reincarnation, I do not mind it you think it is only my vivid imagination.

However, this book contains some of the most memorable glimpses of events and happenings that has emotionally affected me and change my perception of life and reality.

The Poem below is an attempt to explain how and why ‘my travels’ occurred, and by the end of my tales you will understand that not all I have seen or remembered is painless. Neither has the overall effect to my mind or soul been easy to accept, intellectually or emotionally.

Time Travel

My mind

Does not seem

To be constrained

By conventional chains.

But, wanders in Time

With no regards

For the difference

Between The Future,

The Present or the Past.

A Kaleidoscope of lives

I live, simultaneously,

Because of my strange

Form of memory. Other,

Cannot understand how

Narrow is their concept

Of Time and Reality.

So, alone am I with

My pain and loss.

Still trying to find

My love from many Times.