Karmic Stream

Karmic Stream

 

Ripples

along the lazy stream of time

crossing the whirlwind of space

rippling crevices 

in the contours of my mind.

Expecting miracles.

One day precedes the next.

I am reminded of a 

faultless day in spring.

Next I know I am hauling logs

in winter

cold, icy hands and feet

dripping nose

exhausted and wilting.

 

There are no promises.

None to hold them to.

There are no changelings of the night

not even aliens to remove us.

There is energy

There is form

There is shadow receding

into substance.

There is here and now receding

into there and then.

There are the promises we keep

never knowing we have made them.

 

Ripples

shining in the sun

colours of a thousand worlds' rainbows.

Ripples quietly receding

infinitely regressing

first cause

last effect.