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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
Whether from the east, west, north, or south,
The winds blow, sometimes with great noises.
Yet, at other times, I hear melodic whispers.
A vehicle passes with a sound, but its directional
certainty is concealed. A search is enjoined,
and only then is its pathway revealed.
A light fixture falls, and the sound is heard.
An investigation is undertaken to identify the fall.
We search the hallway and check the walls.
The inquiry yields no results, but weeks later,
although inadvertently, the light fixture is seen.
It's hanging against the wall, still attached to its electric wires.
A fragile intersection between remembrance and survival Cancer
A piece reflecting the silent walk through grief's dark woods undertaken by the unfortunate many.
Including me.
If you have too, sending blessings.
Title.
Cancer.
(A lone voice whispers)
I thought of you all today, and all those funny, small, engaging things you used to do or say
Before life, and all its dark, biblical,
cosmic leviathan energy,
Got in the way
of us embracing happiness, lost in its stillness,
While introducing us
to a new Battle of Midway.
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
On many endeavors which I’ve undertaken,
a significant amount of my time was spent.
Explaining things to avoid being mistaken,
later to hear “But Tom, I thought you meant”.
Time spent reworking isn’t time well spent,
so I endeavor to cover all bases before starting.
Misunderstandings, I always try to prevent,
and before starting, completing comparting.
So I’m forced to instruct each person alike,
so that upon completion I won’t have to vent.
Unless the end result is to to my dislike,
and I quickly say, “money wasn’t well spent.”
Pointers..
All words appear
As pointers..
Pointing to that
Which is already
The pointing...
Colors
Are infinitely varied
They're seemingly
What's happening...
Travel
Often undertaken to
Find the new..
While the new
Is what seems happening...
It's language
Which may seem
To build the edges..
Nothing with
Impossible edges..
Perspectives
With no separation
Are the magic
Of the impossible...
Stories which
Are not empty
Are believed apparently
With desperation...
Life:
a strange trip
undertaken alone,
by ghostly bodies,
encountering a variety of faces
atop the figures
of other solitary travelers,
searching
for someone
to touch.
. . . is everywhere,
an eternal, yet distant land.
Stretching to the highest peaks,
along the way to beach sand.
It's home to the mansion
and mole-hill, in addition to the man-cave.
With residents enjoying knighthood,
while they patiently await the next knave.
With many routes to travel,
the journey is both near and far.
Since it's not about the mileage,
or if you even own a car.
It's more about one's vision,
and their desire to achieve.
Climbing rungs upon a ladder,
over hardships they relieve.
The paths that are undertaken,
may not always be the easiest ones.
As they can often present some danger,
though seldom require any guns.
So when they hear that door a knockin',
it's important to answer it quick.
Because it won't go on forever,
and empty hands can make you sick.
Forging ahead, means so much to so many folks
for myself this means multi-planetary inhabitation...
this is a great undertaken cause many think it's a hoax,
Space X doesn't think so, nor I, as a matter of fact...
we need to hurry, hurry on up there, establish human,
existence, not to perish like dyno's did, stay focus on that,
why now, well we can, need to provide all people a living...
"one universal work force for humanity to survive",
think what this will accomplish, ramifications' stayin' alive
doom also gloom can happen any day, every day we do not...
launch our spaceships, set up infer-structure to these means
like turning our head, when passing homeless, also 'r' astronaut's
NATO's war.
It was on a bright day in 1949 the Washington treaty was signed and later called NATO.
This treaty was purely an American undertaken and designed to surround Russia with enemy troops and sow distrust of the Russia based on endless propaganda.
When the communist system collapsed one would think
NATO was no longer needed, but no, not so, because
that organization had changed its character from a passive watchdog to an aggressive mastiff.
The US administration had promised Russia under Gorbachev that NATO would not expand further eastward, but this promise was quickly broken in the head rush of winning over an old foe.
Russia did not forget and forgive!
In 1991 Gorbachev removed communism from the constitution and the market economy began with volatile results until Mr. Putin emerged and made the country, right-winged and Christian and demanding
respect to stop NATO expansion eastward.
Here we are Russia in a country she does not want to occupy, while the “democratic states” are passively
defending a corrupt Ukraine.
I learn to lead
"Kirat" I bleed
When adorned with anklets and bangles
I resemble devi, the purest of all
I inherit the power to end the befall,
I learn to lead
"Kirat" I bleed
Devi not only mirrors divinity & beauty
When adorned with armour and sword
I reflect the knight
No horror of darkness I'm myself the light,
I learn to lead
"Kirat" I bleed
The equation of excellence and failure
Has solely one thing to allure
Learning it is laborious to haul,
The task undertaken is surely to be achieved
As I bleed "kirat"
I learn to lead
SECLUSION
observed
patterns
transcribed
in
creativeness
&the
reception
in paradoxes
o
literal
originality
quality
fragmented
with
mandatory
fidelity
inwith
the
existence
to
preserve
a
willingness
undertaken
in
textual
alternate
deviation
You will just have to teach yourself
one poor female victim at a time
for kissing is a dangerous occupation
for adolescents and virgins.
Angles and shapes have to be factored in
at lightning speed
before the plunge is undertaken.
The neck must be adjusted to height and
the trajectory of the pursed lips meet
as a natural occurrence
like two butterfly wings
brushing each other in flight.
On first dates
short-sighted rhino clashes
must be avoided at all cost.
Noses and teeth
will always get in the way somehow
just a fact.
In time, with much trial and error
the young will get the hang of it
and it's rather nice
in an often sloppy sort of way.
Eventually tongues are employed
in strange animalistic tasks
that they were never designed for
but in the heat of the moment
eating is often mistaken for kissing.
Go forth confidently then
you young men, but always remember
"though a kiss might be gentle
and oh so elemental
diamonds are a girl's best friend."
Most of us deviate from the natural,
Some realize the objective of the plurals,
Few among us just run after the numerals,
A very few recognize the morals.
A virtue in peace in particular,
Remains ever true and non occasional,
A vice in actions as undertaken proposal,
Surely paves the way for quick dismissal.
Individual display seems brutal,
Don't forget the world is mortal.
Forever is a myth and abnormal,
But imagination is beyond approval.
Go far and beyond local optimal,
Your courage is certain and unconditional.
A speck of seed
Planted on the ground
Hoping to sprout in its definite time
Turning into something;
Rain and sun came;
Night and day passed;
Day after day.
Time and hard work
Patience and hope
Determination and expectation.
At last, it began sprouting this tiny seed
Accomplished; undertaken
Became into something
And joined the unit of nature.
© Jocelyn Dunbar
9 October 2022
5:03 PM
Equality is the enemy of greatness.
No great racehorse ran to be
equal with the field.
Nothing great undertaken by humans was
Accomplished by people trying to be equal.
Laws, not humanity must be equal.
Humanity should strive for unequaled greatness.
We should not seek diversity, for it is but a bi product.
We should seek freedom!
For when we have freedom, we will also have diversity.
The conundrum of man is the delusion of power
Making one great.
The very essence of the life of Jesus Christ is
The dissuasion that power equates to greatness.
But mankind is deceived and seeks power and
Calls it greatness.
Men continuously twist notions of virtue
Putting up a façade of caring,
When in reality they seek power.
Power to enforce their will on their fellow man.
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