Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Not the doer

As leaves blown away by afternoon winds
As the ripples of the lake  scurry outward nowhere
I have sitting under trees watched all this and wondered
Isn't that just how life goes yonder

No matter what you think, you believe or feel
There was not one thing, you did on your own
Led by karmas of the past, weaving those to the future
Futile until realised, bound by none at all

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