Fate, Kismet, And Karma Poem by David Whalen

<center>There is no accidental meeting…
Between kindred souls

For your fate is made, as surely is time fleeting
And no more stranger than quasars and black holes

It's all preordained in some grand cosmic way
Beyond mortal bounds or human control

The people you meet, what you do or say
Is not managed by you…e'en in part or in whole

Though you might think differently in the course of the day
That you're making the rules…writing your own roles

The Gods laugh their asses off and to each other say:
"What impudence: to think that they set their own goals! "

For it's Fate, Kismet, and Karma, that in the end sets the way
For those "accidental meetings, between kindred souls"
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