Karmic Movie

I sit and watch in my minds' eye a girl-child at play with ribboned braids and patent leather maryjanes. Like a silent movie the scenes unfold undimmed by the passage of time. A child of laughter slowly, delicately picking a ladybug off a daisy flower. There she is lying on new mown grass and I watch me watching faces and forms passing above in the clouds. Suddenly, jarringly there comes a huge upwelling of sorrow. My mouth is dry, I cannot breathe as I shut off the mind-projector and tears fall to cleanse a pain. I am protected from the second feature by a Loving Universe; the horror movie never has to begin. I know peace as, once again the wheel turns.