I read the Winter 2002 issue of Parabola today, which is on death. It reminded me of some insights from Buddhism, and my own meditation practice.
Each phenomenon dies and is reborn, continuosly. It dies as what it was, and is reborn as something else. Everything is in flux.
There is nothing to hold onto (no phenomenon, no experience, no insights).
All phenomena are born from and expressions of that which is beyond all dualities. The “ground” beyond existence and nonexistence.
This means that “I” am never reincarnated. This body, this collection of experiences, which I try to “fix” by calling it “I”, dies for good at the end of this life.