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Lest us compel thyselves unto action
As so does nature
Nature changes from darkness to light
Every day and night
Evolves every night
Grows every day
Keeps us moving with every spin she makes
Never fails to gravitate us unto humbleness
Whilst letting us pride ourselves of our creation
Whilst teaching us to co-exist with other creation
As so we are given freewill
Lest us act in goodwill
Happy new year
God bless and protect all
Action leads to experience.
Like the act of thought before committing to achieve that action which will lead you to gaining experience.
Experience in all spheres of life.
Conscience being emotional intelligence
Conscious being mental intelligence
Physical.
Metaphorically, those parallel against the acts actually done,
Meaning those experiences you do not commit to committing.
In the process of deciding there are alternatives, which are disregarded, in favour of acts actually committed.
You cannot sacrifice what does not exist,
As you recall that existance is not only
Physical.
Choice being illusional or not,
It is one of the pillars in the decision to committing an act,
That will gain you experience in life.
Happy New Year,
To all,
God bless and protect
  Dec 2022 Masibulele Ntsepo
Zywa
I don't spend money

on pleasures, because not one --


of them can be bought.
"La mano del malato povero" ("The hand of the poor sick man", 1917, Luigi Pirandello)

Collection "On the fly"
While we are told to adapt to survive,
Thina we adjust and thrive
We  dont weight matters the same,
Whats of matter to you, might be of mass to me
Thats just a metaphorical message
I push through the fog of doubt
convinced on the other side
is the light of day
clear and bright.

I see your action in my life
and feel it as surely as the air sweeps into my lungs
when I wake and my body moves
into the new day.
He said God is a bad Father
Because He allowed His Son to be crucified
Abe Lincoln freed
George W. Lied

I studied philosophy
Impressed by Socrates
All alone at 3:13
Crying on my knees

It's no good without the girl
But I can't seem to find her
I'd like to whisper in her ear
And I'd like to be behind her

Fantasies often don't come true
What then are they for?
In my quiet quest
I open a closing door

             Por la poor
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