Buddha Face

I've been working on a series of poems with my friend Leigh Faulkner. I've felt for along time that I might have lived before, but I seem to have a hard time writing poems about it. Here's one I wrote recently:


BUDDHA FACE

There are things that happen
that make me believe
I've lived before. A door
opens, and I remember the room.

A face appears in a dream,
a voice, and I find that face and voice
on the streets
or in a honeycomb of memory.

Who's to say things
don't happen again?
My friend, I remember
your Buddha face.

I saw it
in the birthing room,
the waters of another world
still clinging to my skin.

Copyright Allan Cooper, 2006