Karmakosmik

Waiting is been

Waiting for a word

I Never heard

A word that lie in

between the lines

Of a poem that died

Seconds before it materialized

Like a foreign sound from

An unknown town

-it makes the earth go 'round and

around

A chair in her room was a tower

From where she was watching

She peeled through the window

And spinned

Opened the door, said;

Come inside

Do you see what you like

Do you like what you see

Do you see what you like

Do you like what you see

Come walk with me for a while

My child

There's a word I have heard

And it's deeply absurd

-The rhythm among you and the

rhythm within, have traveled 'long

the same road while you've

wondered where you've been.

The seed of an old star

Is the beat of a new

The stones you choose to turn

Holds the one's the karma about you earn

And if boredom is joy, you're a

Stranger - a toy in

the hands of the few

Of the one's you once knew

If it's all just a game-

Every day remains the same