Entering The Flesh Again

The color of blood like a flood,
Into the cauldron of continuity, 
Timely transmigration of the soul,
Is it half empty or half full?

A universal progression toward death,
Governed by Karma herself,
The existence or non existence on self,
Unchanging, floating on a cosmic kaleidoscope.

Might you survive death itself?
Based solely on your karmic inheritance...
Irrelevant to the point of returning,
A Druid's rebirth...give me my wings I say.