John William Waterhouse
My Kismet
‘Oh what webs we weave’
Iconic words of yesteryear come to mind
Only to realize that it is I who have been deceived
Unwittingly, self-contriving my own destiny
Left me spinning in a loop of unending pain
Mixed with joy and a tad bit of bliss
A karmic cocktail imprinted on my consciousness
The causatum of thought and action
Runs deeper than my mere puny grasping intelligence
My kismet ascertained
Or so it would seem, until my soul whispered to me
‘Find your true Self and get off this train
Of perpetual death and rebirth
For you are but a drop in the ocean of Source’
And so began my journey of Self-Realization
Jennifer Adams Teasley ©2012
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