Karma Sword

So the banished have returned. Well, my friends of love who ran from lust, it is a pity that your God is dust.

Now you must take charge of your own fate.

Do not forget this one mistake.

See what a joy it is to turn around naked whole and satiated.

A joy as old as suffering.

Look across this new earth.

It is ours to make.

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The where and the when was something you could not know

The pursuit of knowledge that you must now forgo

For here in the present is everything we can be

Stop. Silence.

Wait for the right words to see

Let down all your conceit and I will show you mine

Where we will find ourselves is a totally different rhyme

A universe filled of our own earthly delight

A mind that has set it sights on immortality and its right

Words spring from quiet moments waiting to be heard

Sharpening the edge of sounds bubbling under

Who wants to be there?

Clamouring for their place to be born.

Forming out of the womb of my mind that must discern and explore.

This sculpture of my pen sharpened yet once again, must wait

For the empty skies between stars that have yet to shine

This new earth turns and my sun comes up for me

Stars will hide until I need them to see

A voice sings from my sleepy pillow as clouds race across the sky

Fingers pluck out a tune from a guitar made out of bone

A flashing insight that even God does not own

I blink. I step

Here is my arrow and my bow, shot across the edge of knowing and unknown

A new kind of alphabet

A birth without pain, again and again the wind and the rain

My life is just a refrain from a Hopkin’s poem

Then the eye of the universe opens up to me and asks me what I can really see

Atoms bouncing around with a certain aplomb. They are all mine.