Karmic Fire

I sit under this tree, sheltering from the blazing heat

Thoughts like firebirds halo my head, round and round again.

Chasing one anothers tails they don't seek solace in the fire.

This ego of mine believes itself to be king and everyone a pauper

I am ready to set the paper crown alight.

I am set for a long and drawn out internal fight.

sunnysundaymorning sunnysundaymorning
31-35, F
3 Responses Mar 10, 2010

Nice poem, <br />
Karma doesn't actually exist as everything comes from God.<br />
best SD

thank you for your kind comments! ;-)

very nice. love the metaphors in this, they really made me feel like i was there, you know?