Past Life Poetry

it rhymes
with time
and travels
the world
by oxen and lion it plays
he fills
cups of love
with
golden dust
and sprinkles a myriad paths of ways
in truth
he is
your
ancestor
in truth
you're from
his son
your path is past and from this you know
your asking spell is done
you have your answer in a ring of three
so you know your answer is true
it's song and war and mathematics
which are most forefront in you
you are now a trifold being
you are now true
because you've finally found your compass
and north is
what makes you happy
what  makes you, you