Life's causal links think their [s]{h}own track,
coincidence encounters 'forwards' 'back'
as state within which quantum loop
can catalyze both blossom, droop,
and karmic consciousness per se
can seldom find a space to say
'Eureka! ' ere it hits the sack,
brought down by Time horizon flack.
Draw 'sense' from lifetime's spinning hoop
as Pelican may fishes scoop
from karmic sea along the way
from birth to berth's reeled roundelay
is in itself achievement which
too few attain as - poor or rich -
each tries to analyze chance stitch
that links thoughtchain as ride we hitch
along life's Go game thrust attack
with scarce the space for grace or snack
as on we race, trace pace which feeds
upon itself yet nowhere leads
till, under strain of final bend,
train loses track of aim and end.
(4 January 2013)
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