The after
journey.
Karma steers the
chariot, in slow motion,
One who already breathed out
is , without motion
The charioteer ,gibberish appears,
Every now and then ,looks back,
giggles,
It is a
long way , again, to
find a suitable
temperament and Body to
fix you amiable,
your comrade the SOUL ,already wanders along,
to shake hands with one to get along.
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