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Joseph Farley, US   Free Verse Karma   The turning wheel Breaks our bodies, Crushes our dreams. The hand that set This cycle in motion Was our own, From the dust We cry out, Longing for hope, Rebirth in this life Without waiting For the next.     Sin   error leads to suffering, mind and soul long to be cleansed, washed free of blemishes of our own making. such poor choices, no way to take back, no changing the past, salvation must come from god or a bottle, grace in one form or another, as we stagger through remaining years, the great wound of our lives needing to be healed.     seeking rebirth   this sorrow still felt, was born of selfishness, the wicked deeds of youth spilling over into middle age, staining our whole being. making us long to be reborn, if not as men, then as angels.     Ashes   cinders of palms fossils of smoke ground by a thumb onto you forehead. the shape of a cross will last til you wash no holier now than you were before but somehow lifted, lightened, cleansed, by a smudge of black that disappears in the shower, runs in a dark swirl down the drain blessing the pipes, sewers and sludge farms on its way to becoming one with sea or soil.     After The End Of The World   The river has not turned to blood. The sky remains a shade of blue The sea still rolls with green white waves And the young still chase life dreams. There is no sorrow. There is no loss. All that consumes you is illusion. Breathe deep. Exhale slow. Meditate On this or any other thought: To be is to be is to be is to be, To strive for anything more or less Sets you back where you began. Being who you are being in the world Being among beings great and small, And knowing that there is no knowing, Only accepting that which can not change And welcoming that which can.