All the random acts one lives.
Are they what the universe gives?
Do they come from one’s heart beat?,
or do they come from the soul’s seat?
Does one’s life’s experiences come from the hands of fate?,
or are they reflections ?, refractions the psyche doth state?
Could karma be the force, the energy that guides one home?,
or is one’s life’s adventures, journeys to be spent alone.
Being the essence of a billion star’s dust,
light beams, sound waves undulating, we must
have, out of star dust come to be
everything we know, everything we see.
Out of the either, a zodiac sign,
is this who we be ?, what we find?,
what we truly are,
fragments of a star
B. J. “A ” 2
February 23rd 2017
Copyright © William J. Jr. Atfield | Year Posted 2017