Life Lessons and Karmic Judgment

Life Lessons and Karmic Judgment
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Outside her tranquil cocoon
 life seemed more sinister and complicated...
 She realized that not everyone
was a salt of the earth bushy
with a heart of gold...
 it was her biggest awakening
and her harshest lesson...
And yet the full impact
of that realization
did not sink in at first...
 as a young woman she continued
to put her faith in humankind
and to believe that everyone deserved
the chance to atone for his or her mistakes...
 and deep down she still believed this...
As a result she met her fair share
of conmen and reprobates...
she has been stalked and terrorized,
beaten and ripped off,
there have been those who took advantage
 of her trusting nature
and many who tried to supplant her incorruptibility
 with their particular brand of depravity and turpitude...
 It was a case of lesson after painful lesson for her...
 but she stuck to her own personal credo
 to do no harm
and eventually became more perceptive
of the human race
she learnt how to pick her friends
 She knows now who and what to look for
and what to avoid...

She knew that if honesty was her mantra
then there were times she had failed
 but honesty and ‘do no harm’ did not
 always harmonize with each other
 and there had been times when to do no harm
she had been forced to be dishonest...
 This was her cross to bear
and she waited karma’s judgment
with stoic resignation...
 In the meantime she endeavoured
to amend the karmic balance in her life,
 past present and future
and day-by-day practiced being better person;
sharonlee©

sharonlee ( regrets and re-growth

sharonlee

( regrets and re-growth )
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she lay in sad morning shadows

faded flowers on tired white sheets

that she used in crumpled sleep ruffled folds

to hide longing she silently keeps

for quiet moments like midnight

and the softly kissed hours of dawn

when wet fingers of ghostly mist

trace patterns on tear stained lawn ,

hands that showed a labour of life

idly rubbed a naked thigh

breasts that blushed beneath purple silk

rose and fell with a sigh ,

so often she felt alone ,

a mother, a widow

and on her own,

crying silently in the early light

that creeps in like a phantom

at the close of night,

she felt the mother- bond

of every child she carried

and felt the loss and the yearning

for a man she loved

and but never married,

as gentle morning sunlight

massaged her sleep warm skin

she found a wicked little tremor

had stirred her from within ,

filling her with breathless sighs

for morning delights

and rainforest highs

and for nights of hidden identity

when the world had closed its gates

and she could remain anonymous

as she walked life ' s pathways late

and for wild eyes days of blue sky fun

hot sand dancing in december sun ,

with something deep within her aching

for quiet moments of contemplating,

a sheltered corner of virgin green

for living and loving and realizing her dreams,

suddenly she glanced up to see

the regrets and re-growth

of sharonlee ,

then gathering strength for another

moment of time , she pleaded with life --

at least I’m trying ,

be kind;
sharonlee©