Karmic Helicopter

A karmic helicopter whirs in my head

Engaging my senses

Luring me back to bed


My heart is awakened, my spirit on fire

For what I don’t know

But it feels like desire


I want to see clearly the belly of light

Not going with worry

But coming from delight


I know that’s my path, I am not in charge

Like a bumble bee’s whir

So close when so far


I wait for the moment to settle and to pass

If it’s full or if it’s empty

It’s still my own glass.




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