Perhaps I was
A tyrant in some
Life passed
A slave trader
A rapist
A mad King
An ass
Perhaps I built up
For Myself
Mountains of
Karma I must
Slowly burn
By penance
After penance
After payment
After pain.
Or perhaps
I have some great
Duty to obey
Some great
Greatness
To attain
A mountain of
Karma, perhaps
But someday I may
Look down from
That peak
Someday I may
Stand tall and speak
to the masses
Below
Thirsting for
The nectar of my
Hard won peace.
Perhaps nothing
Wants anything from me
Neither greatness
Nor penance
Neither overcoming
Nor going underneath.
Perhaps I have only
Always been
Calling
My own name
To come home
Again
And realize
Something
Never before
Seen.
Something unknown
And unnamed
That gestates in me
Something born from my
Stillness
My not doing
And non being.