Karma is both , the begining and the end .....please enjoy this poem.
My brush strokes
Captured on inertial canvas
hold the universe
in a magnetic muse.
I take a metaphoric leap
when a closed mind lets
the light to come in
from a window in timeframe.
My existence feeds
an epiphanic stimulus
to the active cogs
that rotate the porter's wheel.
I get shaped into a vase
only to be broken next moment
to mingle with the loose sands
that blind a theoritical world.
we mingle.....get lost in the five particles,from which we are born.amazing write.