Vijaya Sundaram

Poet, Musician, Teacher, and Amateur Visual Artist

Sow Well

Karma Chameleon (Daily Post prompt)

Sow Well
©February 19th, 2016

By Vijaya Sundaram

As you sow, so shall you reap.

Your good thoughts, good words, good deeds are the only choice that you, a moral person, should make.

Not just good thoughts, because the road to Hell or Perdition, as they say, can be paved with good intentions, all the way.  “Oh, I didn’t think that!” you would protest, as your cells break down, and you collapse in a puddle of sulphur and brimstone, because your actions led to disaster, no matter what you thought you were doing.

Not just good words, because your words might be sweet, but you might apply poison from the other side.”I said good things — I didn’t mean to do that!” you’d cry, as they bind your soul to a vast rock, and let the vultures have at you, before they release you back into life.

Not just good thoughts and good words, but good deeds constitute karma.  “I didn’t mean to do that!” you’d scream, as you repeated the cycle of birth over and over again, till you learned your lesson.

But if only ’twere so easy to choose the right thought, the right word, and the right deed!

Every thought is a moral decision.  Every word is a moral decision.  Every deed is a moral decision.

I’d like to choose right, even if it’s painful and difficult.  I haven’t always been successful — I have hurt people’s feelings along the way, and I never let myself forget it. That is my self-inflicted cross to bear.

We have to choose carefully and quickly, but not too quickly, because action delayed is result denied.

Most of us are in the category of minor deviants from the path of truth and righteousness.  Perhaps, our karma will consist of wallowing in guilt, because we are saddled with a conscience.

But what about the truly evil ones?  What about their karma?  If one were, say, a Genghis Khan, or Attila the Hun, would one be reborn as a Hitler, only to die an ignominious death, doused in gasoline, and a gun to the head?  Or, would one be given the only other option, which would be to be reborn as a worm, to be crushed underfoot?

In the end, I’d like to think I’ll not be reborn.  That this is my last cycle.  Then again, my rational side insists that there’s no such thing as rebirth.  If we are reborn, it’s simply matter re-consituting itself, and in that sense, we could be reborn as many things all at the same time:  A worm, a fish, a flower, a rabbit, a dog, a bird, a tree, a part of a star, a part of a black hole, a gateway into another universe — anything!

I like this rational way of thinking better, but I still like the idea of good karma.

So, sow well.  And reap well.  And sleep well at night.

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