Karma's door

Karma’s door
Like the lightning that flashes
and goes, you devise a path
of your own , it is a gardener’s path,
segregate the bush and thimbles ,
in the routine, discord the
setbacks allowing the course of
action, not knowing it is the
preordained course of destiny,
abomiminably get trapped in
the dispute of karma,
whether karma follows you
or you fall in line with karma,
the interminable debate is like
the brambles that crop up:
your hand inadvertently
fetches a pail of water,
can you douse the burning
question? With the
emptied pail to refill
you go back,
karma parts:
you go your way, today,
I will catch up tomorrow.