I would think of karma as some
creature insomuch as a soul on a long journey. so many trees. I pause at each
one. I touch sap, wood, bugs. I see my behavior it looks unsacred but for years
I have erased me. some pendulum. some escape. where many are not arranged to
take inventory. it becomes a dialogue, where we hear something, “If I was meant
to be perfect, I wouldn’t be this way.” behaviors are dismissed. accountability
is discharged. but mind-matter is unhinged. (we have a knot in us, our
perception of behavior, versus our society’s insistence on purity. we take
consensus as absolute. it’s locked inside of us. we internalize indifferences.
such as closets erupt, or doors shut, while behavior, untamed, seeks an outlet.
we have societal aglets. something I must do, wars with something freeing me
from shame.) such heartbeat agony where mind must be conditioned, but we
must understand why we’re behaving accordingly.
a soul was against appropriateness. soul
desired immediate gratification. soul kept losing.
there lived a lady, a holy vessel, but
must we be holy to be good? however, she danced with grace, it was difficult to
enter her body, but she would minister to one’s silence.
such self-government such autonomy as one
realized in growth. such increasing soundness or decreasing impassivity as responsible
for what takes place; our lives as creatures our need for joy or selecting some
problem as qualifying behavior.
by differences to explore diversity where
it becomes a dear issue. to glorify beginnings as to make assessments, to
demonize realities. but a soul in training where life is sutured, while falling
hands are reaching for invisibility. a scarlet scarf a holy handkerchief or
minds pulsating pressure.
words have a mix to them. we say things as
detached from what was said. it seems something quite natural. as desiring fey
but not more, where we need its kernel but not its assessments. so siphoned.
needing perception. where some behavior is skeptical.
