Karmic Days

Karmic days are upon me
skirting always the edges of
my restless mind.
Haunting me, like
storm-filled skies, carried on
sultry winds whirling from out of the East.

Karmic days await me,
showing future promise
of mysteries unknown.
Beckoning me on,
teasing me with hints of
Immortality, of infinite mind.

Karmic nights find me restless,
watching the eclipsed full moon
My ears straining,
voices on the cool night breeze
like memories lapping upon
ancient shores of lands unknown.

Karmic dreams beset me,
troubling my soul with
forgotten memories
of a Universe I once knew.
Mystic worlds, ethereal palaces
places that I called home

Karmic days awaken me.
reminding me of depths I feel
but cannot see.
Murmuring in half-heard sighs
of things that were, and are
and of things that yet may be.

And still, I do not know where lies
my destiny,
in these, my Karmic days.

September 2006