An Indian legend says:
“When a human dies there is a bridge they must cross to enter into heaven. At the end of the bridge waits every animal that human encountered during their lifetime. The animals, based on what they know of this person, decide which humans may cross the bridge…and which are turned away.”
Karma and Loyalty at it’s best!
I tossed karma…As far as, I could banish it…Into the woods. And, there I sat. Basking in my ego’s afterglow.
With ice like wax drippings on the ground and the surrounding trees. Again and again, I became caught in my own imaginings. I felt so very, very, pleased.
Robust and giddy from my glazed revelation…And, with the sun’s regal glare. I had not seen karma slide back to me…here, there, everywhere!
It sat lonely, once again, at my feet. In need of grave repair.
She comes from to time.
Asking me, ‘what is it you hope to find?’
You suit up everyday assuming nothing will get in the way.
Course, I always ask, again, ‘what is it that you say?’
She turns a perfect mane from…
my constant journey.
A woman’s nursery rhyme,
daily quaff of the physique.
When I look into those big green eyes…
picturing her swagger and smirk.
My vain attempts at spirituality.
‘Tis the humans conditioned response to reality.
I know what will go unsaid with her delicate nature.
Her effortless calm.
The lack of drama.
This and much more resists human karma.
Amen to Cat nation.