some memories of events are graphic even if they never occurred
coming as if from another life, another century
heart strings are leashed together across caste, creed or color
ignorant of the glare of incomprehensible gasps, murmur and even hatred
but like water that never forgets its course
the all knowing life nudges you to where you belong
pushing you through vales and highs of pain and pleasure
flowing past you through death after death in continuum.