Life, Karma, and the Journey
Sometimes I worry.
Have I used up my good karma?
Who keeps the karma scales?
I am sometimes amazed that I
am not living on the streets or dead.
I help where I can,
but I seem to reap better than I have sowed.
(there are a few who would agree).
How do I gauge the karmic income or outgo?
A good person
can do stupid things.
Is there a cosmic justice
who holds foolishness
as a sin?
Or is it in my head?
Can I feel guiltless for mistakes
and failures done in the pursuit of Survival?
What makes me deserving of survival?
Am I an Outlaw and Nonconformist?
Will I never learn?
I could say ‘yes, I chose this path.’
I have said that before.
But no. The ‘choice’ is deeper than a decision.
In fact, I made no choice.
This part that is me doesn’t have that gear.
You don’t put an SUV in Formula-1.
You don’t expect a fish to climb a tree.
Village idiots have been tolerated
for their closeness to God
or purged as evil.
But I am no idiot.
Impulsive — yes.
Failing to take everything into account- yes.
Flying by the seat of my pants — oh, yeah-it’s exciting!
Maybe I lack common sense, as my Mom said.
I trust in Life.
The spark that moves me.
It travels and I follow
and I trust its energy.
I don’t know that there are ‘karmic scales’
but I know that Life has brought me this far,
shown me beauty and excitement,
and made me resilient.
Such is Life