How It Is
Its not about right or wrong,
Its about what is and what comes,
Its about cause,
Of which follows the effect,
Action.....reaction,
It is because it is "made" to be,
Not because it was "meant" to be.
There's no predestination,
All actions follow thought,
Every choice bears results,
Consequences,circumstances,
There no accidents,
For the universe is not random,
Yet it is an ocean of possibilities,
Infinite probabilities.
Everyone gets what they deserve,
Each one is an active participant,
An important piece of this puzzle,
In this journey,there is no end,
For The end,the destination,
Is just a part of the illusion
The illusion of time and space
Of birth and death,
But beyond the illusion,
Awaits great redemption......
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