Inner Practice: Karma

Money comes

Money goes

 

People come

People go

 

Fame comes

Fame goes

 

Love comes

Love goes

 

What stays

 

What stays

Your actions stay

Through the ripples of time and space

Just like the butterfly

That flaps its wings

And causes a tornado

Another time

Another place

 

Your actions stay

Deep in you

Waiting for the right people

Right place

Right time

Right conditions

To arise

For the fruition of what you have done

Good

Bad

 

Maybe now

Mostly later

In this life

Or the next

Or the next of the next

 

Not to worry

It will come

The bill will come due

As we say