Of men, not one can tell what waits just past
that final breath. If scoundrels skirt the score
card Karma keeps, whose checkmarks are amassed
by bastard acts, then what's Nirvana for?
Its tempting to believe this. I'm inclined
to think the many shades of snakes and toads,
have much to earn, to conquer being blind
within Life's labyrinth of many roads.
But truth told doesn't guarantee a shield
to ward away misfortune from one's tread,
nor uttered prayer was ever shown to yield
advantage over monsters that we dread.
For me, my sole crusade is to ensure
my love of Good stays absolute and pure.