The fruit doth fall, no clue how
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I see a picture of a stream surrounded by hills blocking its forward passage. It still finds the way in how so long years. And this sets me thinking—a mortal man feeling humble before Nature. I imagine, so does a Karmic act, a cause always finding effect. It is a law of Nature, no saga seeking retribution. An act undertaken how so hidden to human ken, its echoes always getting registered in the universe? Perhaps.
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Beware thence O man,
Think not no one knows but you,
Not so stays hidden.
Like a bolt from far off blue
Falls off ripe fruit, not a clue.
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Musings | 24.05.2026 | act/karma, fruit, men, Nature, Tanka
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