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Ever wondered why some are happy others sad?
Some are rich others poor?
Why their is so much disparity in the world?
Why some sin and get away?
While others are punished for no fault?
Law of Karma is the reason behind this!
Our Karma or deeds shape our destiny.
Acts of not only this, but previous births too count.
That is the reason why all this happens.
That is precisely the reason why we should work without thinking of results,
Without any desires, any expectations.
Destiny is shaped by accumulated Karma,
So it is essential that we do good deeds,
Otherwise we will suffer,
If not in this birth, definitely in next.
Don't think you will die,
Body dies but soul remains,
We all live birth after birth
until we get salvation.
When our bad deeds end,
We are automatically liberated.
It’s a fine line you see between pleasure and pain…
And I will make it my pleasure to drive you insane.
The time has come to put put things right…
All your wrong doings will now come to light.
The truth will reveal as it always does tell…
Now your own rewards will be three times the spell.
Karma has come and it’s time to pay…
You’ve upset the wrong person, now it’s my turn to play.
Who can tell the payment rate?
Your deeds of wrong, the risks you take.
Whether it’s good or bad it's the choices you made…
Maybe you’ll be rewarded or maybe you’ll be afraid?
You should s always put out what you would like to come back…
Because one day for sure Karma’s waiting to attack!
So think real hard before you act…
Because when you least expect it…KARMA’S BACK!
But by rotating in high karmic gears,
Shouldst thou wish a long life of hundred years.
To such as thee, no way but this,
Lest karmas cleave and steal thy bliss,
Do duties thine with an eye for no fruits,
And proffer them to Him to deepest roots. || 2 ||
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Translations | 02.09.2026 | duty, karma, life, men, Rhyming Sestet
Note: How so long you may live, live you must by doing your duty by dedicating what you do to Him. There is no other way whereby the karmas would not cling to you.
There is wealth of wisdom in ancient Sanskrit texts . This series on Jewels from Upanishads covers selected verses from various Upanishads of which there are as many as 120. We shall select only a few verses. Here we begin with Ishaa Vaasyam. The translation here is not verbatim but freely done. The transliteration of the verse follows. Alas I have to remove all the transliteration symbols.
kurvan eva iha karmani
jijivishet shatam samah |
evam tvayi na anyatha itah asti
na karma lipyate nare || 2 ||
. yogah karmasu kaushalam, Bhagavad-Gita (2.50)
. karmajam hi phalam tyaktva (2.51)
. brahmani adhaya karmani sangam tyaktva karoti yah:
I enjoy destroying men.
Well, boys. Hurting them, ruining them.
However you want to phrase it, the point is I love it.
I suppose I do it simply because I can,
but I know its much deeper than just that.
Silly little boys, just looking for sex. Thats all they are.
I change that.
I show them what love is,
I sit with them silently and let them cry on me
like theyve never cried before.
I promise them I'll love them forever,
I take them from their friends,
I turn them into bag carriers and cute picture takers,
I hold their hands and their hearts.
and then I leave. I just leave.
There was one boy once, a boy I truly loved.
With all of my heart. I had no intent of leaving him.
But I finally met my match
a mr.death, in the flesh.
I met the boy who did to me
what Ive done to so many others.
Karmas a *****, isnt she?
("The Cave of Unknowing", 2012, original oil)
Talking to the Dead
(aka musings on Jacob’s Ladder)
The essential message of the Tibetan Book of the Dead
Is that the clear light of mind is revealed in death.
Due to our karma (habitual patterns of doing and viewing)
We have visions of whatever is in our mind,
Visions which range from pleasant to terrifying,
But that ultimately what matters most is the space between them,
The little gaps when we can glimpse freedom from our compulsive karmas.
When the clear light of awareness is first revealed it is peaceful, calm and watchful,
But when we resist it (because it is so ‘other’, so pervasive and penetrating)
It becomes wrathful, energetic and overwhelming.
And so we hide, back in those old safe spaces of the mind
The cave of unknowing where karma
Plays out the projected drama of the six realms.
The Book of the Dead is an allegory
For what is happening throughout Life,
Each moment we are awake or dreaming, dying or being born.
There is no escaping this clear light which illumines our vision.
There is no way to get closer to or increase it either
Since it is the given
Basic ground of being.
The Book of the Dead could have been called the Book of Life,
But then it would have gotten buried
In all the other conflicting and confusing affairs of this life.
A book designed to liberate you at the moment of death
Could have been called
The Book of Liberation Through Hearing in the Intermediate State,
Which is exactly what it IS called in Tibetan.
Death is the thing that hones the edge of this life
Making our appreciation vivid and sharp.
It is what gives our life purpose
While at the same time extinguishing any need for a purpose…
Death is always with us
Because in each moment all we know dissolves into the gap
Between the next,
Only to arise again reborn in the next.
If we notice and accept it
It is peaceful and beautiful
If we don’t, then we know terror.
Either way it makes no difference.
Death doesn’t care
Which way He guides us through the portal.
(7/19/24)
Quyeer times emit blazing signs..And some ex-boy friends?
Is this karma divine? mi5 say its Putin..' a prime topic for
Them...And its taken a fortnight with henceforth..No why
Where or whens..From them.' Yet it seems rather sloppy to
Be (a Russian affair?) And arson too primitive.' I think thats
Quite fair.? Just an ass-umption.' To try to open the door.'
Of secrecy thats been holding karmas secret deposits oh
Dear..I guessed such was er?? Coming..Hmm?? I wrote a
Poem before.!! Now its been shat-tered all over the world
And whats more.' Theres an outcome to happen.' Once the
Lube is applied.' As it was maybe in the beginning.?? Or
Will this turn upon lies? Maybe death? Well of the
Truth.' Will be the out-come? Lets await the putrid offerings
Of ( some media bums.?)
The knowledge that you gained
The money that you amassed
The fame that you won
Would be left behind
The body thinking of which you spend your life
The family for which you dedicated your life
The world which you gave more importance than self
Would be left behind
Everything is dynamic everything transient
Every second a new world born
Nothing is permanent everything dying
With death all left behind
Attached to temporary objects
Our self lost in serving them
When will we live for self?
Attached to fleeting thoughts
Swaying with them
Living in emotions, forgetting the moment
One day we disappear from the scene
That which remains is soul
Waiting for new skin
A new picture
Our good deeds remembered
But of no value to us
As soul we regret forgetting self
Based on karmas another birth
Endless cycle of mortal life
Regretting every time at death
Stupidity going on since eternity
Why not end this movie once for all
Think and live for soul
Liberate it through salvation
Use brains for something worthwhile
Reflect on your real goal in life
All scriptures state the same
All cannot be wrong at the same time
If you feel they are not right,
Is attachment to temporary things right?
Is having expectations from uncertain right?
Living for selfish humans who use you
Cry how they'll survive when you die
Not much enjoying
is this intelligent living?
Is this right?
Isn't world selfish? Isn't all transitory?
To be attached to mortal world
is it not stupidity?
Seek that which is immortal
Attach to it for eternal benefit
Serve it, please it, become immortal
24.07.2021
For Chantelle Anne Cooke, IMMORTALITY YES OR NO
You talked the talk, you walked the walk
you also played with fire
Now you’re gone, I’m moving on
setting flames to the liar
You did me wrong, so I sing this song
Revenge it is so sweet
I’ll stack the wood, cause you got me good
Now your gonna feel the heat
[Chorus]
Your gonna burn burn burn
the tables have turned turned turned
yeh your gonna burn burn burn
You played with fire
your such a liar
ooohhh you played with fire fire fire
Your time has come, you haven’t won
talk is really cheap
Karmas now here, & hell is so near
you’ll burn to a charcoal heap
You fooled me once, you played me twice
was always a roll of the dice
There’s no way out, don’t bother to shout
you’re trapped in your own evil vice
[Chorus]
Your gonna burn burn burn
the tables have turned turned turned
yeh your gonna burn burn burn
Ooohhh yeh you played with Fire fire fire
ooohhh yeh your such a liar liar liar
I shouldn’t have stayed, you shouldn’t have played
but now it is my turn
Your days are done, destroying fun
& now your gonna burn
[Chorus]
Your gonna burn burn burn
the tables have turned turned turned
yeh your gonna burn burn burn
You played with fire
your such a liar
ooohhh you played with fire fire fire
Your gonna burn burn burn
A rising tide lifts all boats yet not all enjoy the lift.
Some boats are in fact useless, abandoned
On the shore, and the tide only bringing more woe
Showing just how broken and hollow
They have become.
And in a world of such abundance
The shores clutter with such abandon
Lining streets and alleys, parks and plazas
Waiting for something vague and ill-defined
Hands out in passive supplication.
Last week the masses protested No Kings
And this they beg their masters
For the food they haven’t bothered to earn
Or save, unaware they are the victims
Of nothing but their own karmas.
Beggars rely upon the generosity of strangers
Or the redistribution of wealth
By the powers that be
Who steal for them
To keep the peace.
A master may beg as well, but being wise
With gratitude and equanimity
Knows it’s all good, but only for a moment.
While the fool views it all with a grasping mind
Thinking it will last forever.
Beggars, thieves and fools mix and mingle
In the marketplace, sometimes all in one,
But more often in different forms and roles.
Sharp and shiny suits or soiled and tattered rags
Are no proof of who is who.
(10/29/25)
There’s no tears left to cry,
All you did was cheat and lie,
Left me broken at the door,
My heart left ripped and tour,
You thought you broke me,
And i just couldn’t see,
How badly you beat me,
and how you abused my body,
Although time helps and heals,
I now no how it feels, to truly suffer,
At the hands of my lover,
The burden i carry to fear another,
Now I have freed myself from you,
It’s easy to see what was truly true,
I was never good enough, you made do,
I wish that i knew, or even had a clue,
All i did was love you, I’m such a fool,
You were a monster, who was so cruel,
You punished me for wanting you,
You said our love was meant to be true,
You left me shattered on the floor,
Discarded, just like a cheap whore,
Unable to face this world anymore,
Unable to find anything to live for,
Your torture was addictive,
But It was the attention i needed,
So i tried and tried to get my fix of it,
Now i see you were such a hypocrite,
My heart beated with belief in you,
I deeply desired this love so true,
The pain deep inside is still raw,
It lingers on in my every pour,
But you cannot win this war,
Ive ended it and slammed that door,
You will not scare me as you did before,
You will end up alone forever more,
You taught me so much its true,
I’m a better person because of you,
So for that i must say thank you,
Im confident you’ll get karmas due,
You stole my identity, who i was, its true,
I became a shell of the girl i once knew,
I have survived your torturous games,
And endured all your inflicted pains
I survived i am not your victim,
Cursed by your vindictive criticism,
This fight is far from being done,
However my new life has just begun.