What does "karma" mean to you?
Well, first of all it means more to me than a few quotations around it, marking it off as something strange, or not-seen. And not-seen, in the vague, lost, misunderstood way -- very different than the 'not-seen I felt every time I visited Xander's room. My nose was certain he had lost a turkey sandwich in there somewhere, even though we couldn't ever find it. It wasn't just my fun, quirky side that kept me in footie pajamas for so long whenever I went there.
It wasn't anything you want to step on in the middle of the night.
Which brings me back to Karma, something else you don't ever want to step in. Call it what it is. Know it for what it is. And most importantly be willing to learn what it can be. It keeps things from spoiling.
Most people probally know by now that I stepped in it. Of course I couldn't stop there either, I pulled too many people I care about along with me, which is what lead to part of my caution. I did the worst sort of talking beforehand, the kind where I don't know what I am talking about. Tara did. When Dawn asked all of her questions about death, and living, and the lines that cut through them, she meant the right answers.
Right. Yes. Meant. I gave them as much as anyone else could in my place. But I didn't mean them like I should, not for the Magicks that I touched daily. I should never have had to look into Tara's eyes -- before looking into Dawn's.
Karma is a living thing. It's won't ever mean just one thing to me. It means a hundred thousand, and tomorrow it might mean another hundred thousand that have nothing to do with the rest. It is about the flux, and the change. It is about never giving more than we are, so that they could be less than they were. It means the oath I didn't make myself, but am still bound to keep. There will always be blood, and balance. And it means finally learning that it was never my place to decide how that fell. Only that, if you fall? It will always be forward. Not backward.
There is no backward.
It means death, and life, and the place we stay in most often. The place in between. It means believing.
And watching were you step.
It wasn't anything you want to step on in the middle of the night.
Which brings me back to Karma, something else you don't ever want to step in. Call it what it is. Know it for what it is. And most importantly be willing to learn what it can be. It keeps things from spoiling.
Most people probally know by now that I stepped in it. Of course I couldn't stop there either, I pulled too many people I care about along with me, which is what lead to part of my caution. I did the worst sort of talking beforehand, the kind where I don't know what I am talking about. Tara did. When Dawn asked all of her questions about death, and living, and the lines that cut through them, she meant the right answers.
Right. Yes. Meant. I gave them as much as anyone else could in my place. But I didn't mean them like I should, not for the Magicks that I touched daily. I should never have had to look into Tara's eyes -- before looking into Dawn's.
Karma is a living thing. It's won't ever mean just one thing to me. It means a hundred thousand, and tomorrow it might mean another hundred thousand that have nothing to do with the rest. It is about the flux, and the change. It is about never giving more than we are, so that they could be less than they were. It means the oath I didn't make myself, but am still bound to keep. There will always be blood, and balance. And it means finally learning that it was never my place to decide how that fell. Only that, if you fall? It will always be forward. Not backward.
There is no backward.
It means death, and life, and the place we stay in most often. The place in between. It means believing.
And watching were you step.