pedaling my recycle

I said, "I do not want to go." "It is time," they said. "I like it here, have grown comfortable, do not want to leave," I said. "That is what you said last time," they said. I said, "Yes, I was happy and here you came, saying it was time to go." "Don't be snippy," they said. "It's not good for your journey."

The "last time" they referred to was when I was floating in the Cosmic Ocean of the Mystery. Then they said I had to go. "I do not want to go." I said. "Part of your contract," they said.

I went. I found myself floating in the birth chamber of a human female. I became happy there. Everything I wanted was provided instantly. "Not so bad," I thought. Then they came again and said, "It is time." "I do not want to go," I said.

I have been out of that birth chamber for many decades now. I like it here, have grown comfortable, do not want to leave. Here they come again. One says, "Your departure time is drawing near." "I do not want to go," I said. "I'm just now learning how to do this. I have work yet unfinished." They look at each other and smile. "He has new arguments now," they said.

I smile.