Karma Dissolves

A loop in disguise, a life on repeat,
Karma’s no verdict, just patterns on beat,
No judgment or fury, no heaven, no hell,
Just echoes of choices you’ve chosen too well.

It plays like a dream you forgot was a game,
Till silence cuts through what you called by your name,
And meditation? It’s waking instead,
From masks that you wear, and the ghosts in your head.

You’re not your mistakes, so take what they taught,
You’re caught in a rhythm your own mind has wrought,
You sink when you struggle, you float when you stop,
The climb disappears the moment you drop.

So sit, don’t escape, let stillness unfold,
Watch how the moment stops doing what’s told,
In presence, the past loses grip on the thread,
And karma dissolves where no thought is fed.

You’re not all the stories that haunt or define,
You’re the space in between, the witness, the sign,
And when you stop feeding the ego that screams,
What’s left is the freedom that lives beneath schemes.

Cathrine Hottran 2025