Landscape & Karma
Landscape & Karma
Soaring over this landscape, As I admire its naked beauty, I hear laughter, and sighs.
Nay.
It is not my offspring engaged in entertainment. But murmurs and muffled sounds, of spirits from a past life. They mock me, in giddy cackling. They are soft whispers, voices of my Karma. My Karma of being a gust of wind.. and wishing to be a cloud. My Karma of being a cloud… and then wishing to be a bird. My Karma of being a bird… and then wishing to be human. And now being one. Only to realize that being human Is nothing but a trap that keeps me from being anything or anyone that is truly free.
(c) Nandita Godbole, 2019
Flying over Albuquerque, NM. Photo taken: June 2, 2019