I'm not Buddha Yet

 Not yet having become Buddha, this bag of bones continues on its journey. Not just one organism but a whole community of  living organisms working and living, doing their jobs. Atoms,cells, bacteria, germs, one celled creatures of all kinds.  When I carry on to another form and this body turns back to dust, the water that composes most of it will nourish a thirsty traveler one day or perhaps nourish a tree or flower. The atoms, bacteria and germs will live on to become another form, perhaps another man, a tree, flower or maybe even a cloud. Is this not a miracle? Is this not reincarnation?