Karma marks upon my skin
like a story growing old
Like the rings to count on a felled tree
I am lined and scarred
Memories from the cuts and bruises
on the outside me
The one that hits against the earth
and wind and fire and others.
Karma marks upon my heart
of things I want but don’t get
and things I get but don’t desire
The marks on a heart broken by pain
stretched by sadness, lost in loneliness.
The marks on a bursting heart of happiness
that has everything and
yet still feels dissatisfied.
Karma marks upon my life
Remind me of where I’ve been and where I am
Like marks upon the prison wall
I am counting the days
To when I shall walk out a free man
From this earth and body
Which is sometimes heaven
But mostly hell
Karma marks upon my skin
Speak to me your words of wisdom
Push me to the right shelter
So the work of pain bears the sweet fruits
of transcendence.
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