Karma.*

Conflicts begin & end
Limits of this ephemeral world
In its womb of time,
Where none can tell what is held
As destiny in world of multiple illusion,
In world within world
Within world without end,
Where Divine Karma, La Musa,
Reveals in mirage infinite order,
Wherein we only seem to dream
& be dreamed within a dream,
To come & go & return again,
As do the sands in that light,
Which are our day & night.

*After E A Poe. Dream within a Dream.

Time.

Time is a fractal quantifying the parade, a fractured crack,
water thins to the inevitable drop, cadence transfers to cascade,
the sea meets the shore,
infinitesimal patterns, appear & fade:
time is a bird on a tree. Time is a shock.
Time is the voice that steals its echo then calls to collect.
Time is the countdown prism in the minds eye,
ice that bursts the rock & thaws to deluge,
letters & numbers that dance to a symphony of chaos.
The waters move & time is still.
God is time in the womb of time, eschewed.
Petals fall to earth devouring rebirth,
fast & slow, time is a place in the world,
time is a kiss that bleeds & congeals.

Copyright Robin Ouzman Hislop 2003
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Karma & Time