Born again human

It finally happens...

My book has been written, re-written, reviewed, critiqued, and published
over and over and over and over.
Today my cup has runneth over
and my hard drive is full.

Finally
I've had too
much, it is too much

(Ideas, memories, imaginings, feelings, facts)

Without much action from me,
My cup was tipped over and shattered
the substance soaked into the ground

Everything on the harddrive - erased
files gone from cyberspace
existing no longer in any form

The book - - bonfired.

What I thought I had
What I thought I was
disappeared in the vast unknowable

I feel free of concepts
like the moment at my birth

(Until my name was said)

Today I'm born-again.
I'm an empty slate, a story yet to be told.
Once again, for a fleeting moment
I have only the primal wisdom I was born with
and the name I was given

how joyful
how human
how life-affirming

And now, I will grow-up new - again
until my cup runneth over - again
when a few too many chapters shall be written - again
too much gets stored away- - - - -again

and what was once relevant becomes irrelevant - again, and again, and again

how lovely
how perfect
how wonderful