Karma’s net as it tightens
Invites the blind to see
Each situation quite perfect
In its implacable right to be
Impervious to protest
And deaf-eared to my cry
A patient conflux of
Causes that, by and by,
Effect their manifest way
A leaf tossed on the wind
Would have more say
Than this ephemeral “I”
Cobbled from past acts
A mere designation at best
Eons pass, alas, in delusion
Ancestral aching for rest
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Copyright Deborah A. McGlauflin, October 13, 2013. All rights reserved.
