karma, interrupted
A very young grey cat found on Main Street, with bullet/shot of
some sort in her little body; one pellet still and forever in her upper left
cheek…
She lived a dozen years
in Shangri-La: idyllic and wild farmlife with acres of grasses and trees and small creatures for…chasing—leaping---
in Shangri-La: idyllic and wild farmlife with acres of grasses and trees and small creatures for…chasing—leaping---
human companions who walked the grounds, perfect
and solicitous vet care...
Of an evening
she is taken by one of the lovely bald eagles that live down at the river.
she is taken by one of the lovely bald eagles that live down at the river.
Instant karma’s gonna get you, the perfect karmic
resolution to a life where she too played the Predator, taking a mouse or wren
as easily as the eagle took her…
we experienced
the death of the cat as a slate
wiped perfectly clean, karmically:
Look, the eater of birds has been eaten by a bird;
freeing her for her next visit, unencumbered..
freeing her for her next visit, unencumbered..
and calmly, wondrously
ponder the order of karma…the dispassionate truth of dharmic balance; the peaceful
Void, the great oohhmm.
But no.
Where there is Love, the space-time of karma is
interrupted.
There is no void;
Love is the light which pierces the
darkness.
with love comes pain
for now
with love comes pain
for now
On all the levels
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