The moment I awoke from the womb
was when I knew I was beginning to die.
Each day drew me further to the tide,
Closer and closer to the earthy tomb.
Do I remember the time before I was born?
When spirit was yet to become this flesh,
before I was as a contained consciousness,
when what I am was as yet without form?
Now I have retired to the place from whence I came,
I recall the place and pace of this realm devoid of time,
the memory has returned; this must be a sign
of the state of mind I was in, when I had no name.