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When young eyes uncovered misuse, was i strong enough?
When love twisted to abuse, was her song enough?
Sixty years truce, and still not long enough.

When does a memory fade?

by K. Osei

mpaebo #8

A man who forgives his past is beyond its grasp.

by K. Osei

mpaebo #1

what is unknowable is untouchable and that is its defense,
for what is known is manipulated and that is its power.
Both known and unknown serve a single purpose,
and that – is its name.

by K. Osei

mpaebo #4

The sound of black with tones of silver.
To sit precisely upon oneself.
The immeasurable minute in every second,
where indivisible fragments dwell – that is Tao.

by K. Osei

It is far too vast to ever grasp meaning or purpose. There are only questions that we may ask. what is its function? We speculate, pontificate its existence. Is it beneficent or other? We wander through life wondering what we will discover. For who can say, why sound is found or darkness lights the way. Who gave the snake a rattle as bait, to fill his belly with rabbit’s fate. And why does water sustain all order, in life and death? Would it be odd if water was God and we were he or her? Is death a thing and what does it bring, that disguise it from the living? Why is the weakness of one the strength of another, for both predator and prey – and is it good to end a life to feed another day? Or does it matter in a dream, whether we scream or obey? Where does existence end or begin? What is infinite or finite, why does nothing not exist, yet everything does? Why does dark appear in light or light appear in light? What is dark about the night?

by K. Osei