Rolling along in our day to day lives there are often times the chaps that get in the path before us creating "opportunity". Friendship, Merriment, Myrrh! Come this way and watch me fly say the passers by on the path as they shift to and from before you in the way. 'This way this way' the chant is heard; though thoughts of comfort become obscured. If you help me with this little bit I will help you with much in the future but the future is known never to come for there is only now. Bend and bend to the point of breaking! "Come away from the path to see!" Should you ever return to your path, watch for behind you will see.
And those who once did block the path stand behind in their chanting in remembrance of the days they were given, and good deeds that were done, for them. Of no value is the time spent on them, no good thing rings from their mouths, They are but liars and soothsayers. Word slayers and drag- on's unprepared to meet the merry mouth of truth.
Those with no regrets GLADLY pay their Karma. In full and before hand.
For when was given five, ten and twenty, the karma was paid even as insurance because you ask for even more for you greedy self who has no gratitude in wealth .. in the end, you will be given nothing.
A poem for dark days
by lucy
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