What compass divines
your direction as you pass
through life
from birth to death?
Blind fate, simply casting
the runes that determine
what future lies before each
and every one of us?
Predestination maybe?
The road already marked
that you will blindly follow
believing that you choose?
Karma? The pull of the previous
life, lives, that sweep you along,
atoning, overcoming past failures
moving you ever closer to nirvana?
Free will? You are your own
agent, making choices,
moving hither and thither
as you and only you determine?
Whatever the mechanism
that moves the wheel that moves
us from birth to death,
May you find peace and happiness
In this journey that we all make.
Reflections on life in Poetry and Prose. 