Saturday, September 18, 2010

Karmic Stream

Karmic Stream
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.
shining in the sun
colours of a thousand worlds' rainbows.
Ripples quietly receding
infinitely regressing
first cause
last effect.

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