Could I return as a bird?

The sun may be clouded, yet ever the sun
Will sweep on its course till the Cycle is run
And when into chaos the system is hurled
Again shall the Builder reshape a new world.

Your path may be clouded, uncertain your goal,
Move on – for your orbit is fixed to your soul
And though it may lead into darkness of night
The torch of the Builder shall give it new light.

You were, you will be! Know this while you are:
Your spirit has travelled both long and afar
It came from the Source, to the source it returns –
The Spark which was lighted eternally burns.

It slept in a jewel.  It leapt in a wave
It roamed in the forest.  It rose from the grave.
It took on strange garbs for long aeons of years
And now in the soul of yourself it appears.

From body to body your spirit speeds on
It seeks a new form when the old one has gone

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To be continued

This is called MY LAW it is attributed to have been written by a Maori

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