The Fruits of Karma     The ocean my friends. What a metaphor it is.  The foam in mine is streaming back into balance after a huge wave sent me tumbling.  The girl and the job caught me in a tidal that was give or take 20 feet high, and while I pulled off a pretty impressive swan dive, I ate more sand than I'd like to admit.  But, still I am, and with the grit of sand in my teeth I smile at the ever resilient sun who will now be my mentor.  I wish no ill will towards said woman and said job, but only bask in the facts of the go around come around that is our lives.  It is real and apparent if you have the foresight and patience to welcome it. To the girl: You'll always have my love dear, but I can't give you any more of my actions, and I'm not sorry...only wiser...I will see you again in my heart and memories.  To the job: the world is not only numbers,deadlines, and power...if you forget the humanity, you've lost: and my friends you have surely lost, and I pray you wake up to discover your humanity sooner than later.      My request for all of you and most certainly myself is to wake up...wake up now.  A certainty we have is that these bodies we inherit will eventually cease. It is the only truth we see in every religion, every culture, every species.   Let our souls be a mystery, but let our time here on this amazing earth be spent on being compassionate and understanding towards everything in this physical world.  Life and consciousness as we know it may be a very unique experience in the fabrics of time and space; one that we may never have the chance to witness again. Let the distance of the stars humble your importance, but also let the grandness in potential of the human spirit validate your existence.  We are but dots, but dots that complete an infinite puzzle...one we'll never comprehend, but will always be a part of.     Alright, I'm off to slide into the world, and make my life one that is worth writing a poem about.  You were given a pen in the form of a body, write a good story, one that's worth living. Peace Always, Adam Quote of the Post: Wu Wei Wu: "Why aren't you happy?  It's because ninety-nine percent of everything you do, and think, and say, is for yourself-----and there isn't one."