Their Karma will come knocking on their door demanding payment

patient is the man 

that can see the empty shells
behind the screen the fulfillment

that lasts beyond this life

on the mountains the snow
may come and go
this dwelling is in the rocks

this movement is glacial

ice that cracks
sunlight that spirals

finds the years go by

foolish are they
who squander the oil of life
with temporary oblivion

what did they find?
spirits cling to them to torment

he who can look beyond
found strength and purpose
that goes on in deliverance

substance for illumination