prayers go unanswered/
hearts and brains/
still not synchronized/
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A Robert Kelly Lune
(5-3-5 syllable count)
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the collective fix/
arouse soul-residing values to action/
none’s left behind/
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A Jack Collom lune
(3-5-3 word-based)
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Hello friends, today you’re privy to my first LUNE–introduced to me by Val
Murisopsis, who put together an NPM Scavenger Hunt–Poems from Around the
World!…
…with gratitude to Val, a great encourager in our writing community.
Won’t you join me before the year is over?
So my brain is sizzled and this post might sound discombobulated, but let me
compensate the short lune by adding something I’ve been pondering hard…
(724 words, 4 minutes read time)
"Morpheus: The Matrix is everywhere. It is all around us. Even now, in this
very room. You can see it when you look out your window or when you turn on
your television. You can feel it when you go to work… when you go to church…
when you pay your taxes. It is the world that has been pulled over your eyes
to blind you from the truth.
Neo: What truth?
Morpheus: That you are a slave, Neo. Like everyone else, you were born into
bondage. Into a prison that you cannot taste or see or touch. A prison for
your mind."
~ Lana Wachowski, The Matrix: The Shooting Script
Every natural disaster, every event, every situation, and every storm is reported now as
reaching statistically impossible proportions; every storm is indeed the perfect storm.
Those things start somewhere; all it takes is for one of us to open the gates and invite
those storms in. That person couldn’t have had the foresight to see all this coming. No
way! And that infamous person’s only defense is that he/she was blighted by greed.
But this is not the time to point blame. We’ve all been blighted by things that promise
more than we need, so we understand. We forgive. We retire our blaming thoughts and
smartly don our thinking caps as this is the time to learn the hard lessons from those
storms. All for one, One for all; or else!
Pandemics are still wreaking havoc in our lives, but that problem is not a stand-alone
incident in and of itself. The source resides in our habits. I know it, and you know it too.
We can no longer afford to avoid exposing the roots of that ugly reality.
We’ve battled another swingeing summer at this point in the year: extreme in too many
ways. Perhaps we can bring some relief by changing our consumption habits and
learning to curb our runaway glamor ideas of horrible stimulations that jar our souls.
We must stop that, slow down, and delve deep to settle on ways to approach the
problems using the tools already available–they’re not part of a greedy monstrosity that will take us into the future but comprised of quiet, soul-residing values abiding in all of us.
And now, with hardly three months left of the year, we better don those thinking caps
and reflect on the lessons, for we know what valuable resource hindsight is.
If you’re here reading these words, that’s because you and I are right where we’re meant to be. We are the blessed ones, my friends, so let’s make the best of it, and give our all
to the work ahead. Or kiss our children’s future goodbye.
Saying this brings to mind a parable I haven’t thought of in a long time. Allow me.
See if the story from Matthew 25: 14–30 speaks to you as a healthy reminder of how we
are given lessons—in the parable, they call them talents—according to our skills and abilities. How we deal with these helps us to find solace in having survived. This kind of
recognition allows us to grow in awareness, empathy, and more.
Or, if you prefer something more recent, think back to the timeless messages in The Matrix Movie—up to you, friends.
What we came to know as the working rhythm of our lives has changed. But what if that day-in-day-out rhythm wasn’t working? What if it wasn’t enhancing our capabilities as active members of the human race? It’s not for me to say, but what if Morpheus was right?
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Thanks for reading my stream-of-consciousness post.
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Beautiful bench around 🔵 ski. Beautiful place. Interesting written. Nice babi pic.
I’m delighted you enjoyed the post, dear Raj. Thanks
deep thoughts , deep questions
deep thoughts…
Selma this is a marvelous and deep post. Your Lunes are lovely and I appreciate your working on some of the Scavenger hunt prompts from back in April! That really pleases me. However the real meat of this post is your wonderful essay exhorting us to do better in protecting the future of this planet and the lives and possibilities of our children and our children’s children… You laid it out elegantly and emphatically! Bravo!
Val dear. Thanks. Happy you appreciated. thanks from the bottom of my heart.
HEllo, Selma, this is lovely. I am completely with you in these thoughts.
Robbie, thanks dearly… all the best, my sweet. Bless you
Hugs, Selma
Amen Selma 🙏
Amen, Maggie.
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Wow!!!!! This is so profound. You really nailed it. When prayers go unanswered, this is the reason 99% of the time. Good one!!
Yes, this IS the reason… so happy you read and appreciated the post, dear new friend. Thanks dearly for spending some of your preciious time here. Bless you.
You’re very welcome!!! Sending Sunday blessings to you too!! 🩷
You give us a lot to ponder, Selma. A profound and thought-provoking post. 🌷
Thanks, Anonymous friend. Sometimes we ponder deep. I appreciate your time here. Bless you
I worry what the world will be like for my children and grandchildren. Everything is changing so quickly, and I hope they can keep up.
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It will not be the same world as we know it, Diana. I too, hope they can keep up. Thanks for appreciating this post. blessing you.
Every generation blames the one before for lack of insight or not enough regulations. While humans contribute some – the earth and moon are on their own courses and will continue to evolve without the minute impact of humanity.
It is amazing all the new finds of ancient things. Things that seemed impossible, but were built none the less. Stories of paid pirates or trusted bookkeepers to raid the tombs of old kings to support the new ones.
Humanity does need to work together. It is unfortunate that groups commend division, while few will actually work together. We cannot but all our burdens on the newest generation (if they could only get their AI images out of their brains and think for themselves). There do seem a few though who are willing to work toward a healing of all humanity. Let us give them all the support we can.
Let us keep our focus on praying for those who can, those who will aid all who are in need without prejudgement of human differences. May our grandchildren know that at least some of us tried…
I enjoyed your lunes. Both of those men created those forms as a challenge to the Japanese short forms. One was more of a mistake… using words instead of syllables. But new creations help us to expand our creativity.
Amen and thanks
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words so well said, Selma💗🫶🏽