Karmic Threads – My Eternal Ties with the Unknown

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Traveling far, traveling wide,  
On a long, winding quest for life,  
Seeking answers to the soul’s deepest desires—  
As the universe  
Swirls with time,  
Beautifully unveiling  
Its hidden mysteries,  
Too many to count.  


One gazes in awe,  
Trying to decipher  
A code  
Still beyond understanding,  
Hoping that someday  
The truth will  
Find its way to the soul,  
Reuniting with it  
As it moves toward the light.  


A journey so long,  
A path so true...  
The right people,  
At the right time—  
We meet.  
The right doors,  
At the right time—  
We knock.  


Blessings in disguise, they’re called.  
Angels on earth, they’re praised,  
Born from the deepest prayers of the heart.  
Miracles unfold,  
Fortunes shine,  
Over a future  
That is entirely mine.  


How and why?  
One can never say.  
Who or whose?  
One may never know the answer.  

The gifted hands  
Work in mysterious ways,  
Shielding one with love,  
Protecting one from  
The miseries of worldly life,  
Concealing  
What lies deep within—  
The wonders  
Waiting ahead in the future...  
Until the time is right.  


"Is this all  
Just another coincidence?"
One may ask.  
"Not quite so," comes the reply,  
As he embraces  
Those karmic connections  
Like his very own—  n
With an eternally grateful heart.  

And—  
An open mind  
That no longer questions  
The existence of the unknown,  
The unseen,  
The unheard.  
As one comes to terms with  
The eternal truth  
That lies deep within.  
'My Karma!'




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