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What goes around; comes around; 
to slap us silly or bless us.
Karma’s wheel spins, eternally.

Life’s spiral winds, as the spring of a clock; 
growing tighter, with each turn.  
We snap like a dry twig or reverse; 
releasing life’s tension, to live our bliss.

It’s the bliss that draws our blessings; 
We bless and are blessed.  
A life of passion works miracles.

It’s the soul springs purpose to live and love, 
passionately that, keeps our mortal clock, ticking.  
With each tick, the book of life, 
gets a pass or fail grade.

Karma grades us, severely; 
a soul cannot matriculate without 
the passing of karma's test;  
but, karma is also a forgiving teacher; 
each chance is earned with careful attention and respect.

We give and receive; we take and we lose; 
do harm and death is eternal; 
each time the spring is wound; 
we gain another chance.  
How will our next tick fare?

A well made main spring ticks along smoothly.  
Passionate lives never need to clock watch; 
the good is within them.

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