Tanka
Synchronicity of Familiarity Across the Diaspora
Blessing of incarnating in the information age

Mind reads strangers’ texts assigning words my own voice Third-eye hears old friends’ distinctly familiar yet no conscious memory
Note to reader
I engage with many people across the Mediumverse, many of who are total strangers with whom I have become well-acquainted and some I value as friends.
I believe, as do many others, that we reincarnate countless times along with the same extended group of soul actors.
I imagine that to affect each other’s past lifecycles and life lessons we had to spark matter into lives within roughly the same geographic community, and we had to physically meet to recognize the energy signatures of our kindred spirits and soulmates.
In the internet age, our soul groups get to experience and share with each other multiple cultures and distinctly different topographies due to the advent of social media, of which Medium is such a platform.
I have instantly felt like old friends with several people here on Medium though I have never laid eyes on them or heard their voices with my ears.
This poem grew out of this text that I sent my cherished friend and co-editor Anthi Psomiadou, from whom I have learned about much beyond my shores:
When I read texts from people I have not met, my brain hears the words in my voice. But with you Anthi, my brain hears a strong and strangely and comfortingly familiar female voice of which I have no memory
Other such special friends I have so far discerned include 𝘋𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘊., Jean Carfantan, Holly Kellums, Esther George, Laxaa and Dr Mehmet Yildiz.
In Rama I create,
Marcus






