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My body folds back as he presses into me and kisses my heart. 《alice k.》
Source: Deep – PoetErotic
“I knew with resounding clarity
that the burden of fault
was not mine to bear.”
The crushing weight of reality came crashing down upon me. Its unrelenting grip with gravity at war with every part of my being. It pulled me down. Forced the air in my lungs to rush out of me in a jolt of ragged breath. It buried me in debris — the evidence — of truth. I was nothing more than a bystander at the whim of a cruel world that took far too much from me, giving karma itself a bad name. I knew with resounding clarity that the burden of fault was not mine to bear. It never was.
© Sarah Doughty
The fault was never mine.
Yesterday, a frog asked me to solve an elementary level math problem. Number manipulation is my favorite subject, so I agreed. Imagine my surprise when he declared I was wrong.
Here is the story question he gave me:
Five frogs were sitting on a log. Four frogs decided to jump into the pond. How many frogs were left? Was your response one? The correct answer is five frogs remain sitting on the log. Shocked and appalled, I was certain the amphibian didn’t understand simple subtraction. He licked his eyeball and assured me the error was not my mathematical skills; it was my logic. He said I assumed no difference existed between deciding and doing.
Action taken without prior reflection can yield disastrous results, but all thought and no movement is just as detrimental. Congratulate yourself for reaching a decision and prepare yourself for the difficult work to begin. The toughest step…
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Whatever happened to little boys (and girls)
Who used to trade and shoot marbles with their thumbs?
Drawing a circle in the sand // taking turns
Seeing who was the best shot…
There was a time when children played outside every day;
Enjoying fresh air // interacting with each other
Building lifelong friendships.
Children today also use their thumbs;
Not to shoot marbles; rather, to type texts
and play video games on a computer.
Isolated in a non-social world of their fantasy;
Their thumbs to click through dark worlds
Of monsters, shooters, aliens, and walking dead…
Collecting points on a screen, instead of marbles in a bag.
And we wonder why kids today go off the deep end!
Photo: Dwight L. Roth