Wheel of karma
Your end?
My end?
Where the hell’s the middle?
You say this.
I say that.
What the hell’s the deal?
In the end
It looks like karma,
and we’re stuck here on the wheel.
You over there.
Me over here.
And where the hell’s the middle?
Right where it has always been;
holding your end and mine together.
If it weren’t for the middle
we would fly off altogether;
and our karma would be done
freed from one another.
No need to ask the questions
of what and why and wherefore.
The wheel just keeps on turning.
The crucial matter comes to this;
Are we ready, willing, able
to let go our desperate grip
on karma’s timeless wheel?
And the wheel of karma;
it keeps on turning.
My end?
Your end?
What the hell’s the difference?
If the wheel is truly timeless,
no beginning and no end;
where am I going anyway?
How long will it take
to get from where I find myself
to where I think I need to be?
If all along the truth is this;
where I am is where I ought to be
therefore so for you.
My end?
Your end?
What the hell’s the difference?
Here we are together
on this timeless karmic wheel.
It seems the only way for balance
is to meet right in the middle.
