Karma
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.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2018
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