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Following Dharma

Following dharma, both in religious and righteousness sense could be contradictory. Any person may be living life individually or in company of other beings thus it is conflicting how to put different theories of living to the best in practical with every individual extending further into complex situations or branches.

We follow a principle of wrongdoing and justice. Unless these behaviors lend into a criminal or civil trot, they are taken as harmless dispositions. As our world is becoming highly expressive, with numerous updates within the matter of seconds on social media, websites, whatever overall behavior is in exhibition is actually in contradiction of what we normally would have assumed to convey, prefer, and support.

In fact, as we are brought up in multicultural societies whatever we would have assumed right is right far from dharma (giving always a contradiction and a reason to raise a finger), however answers might be deep-rooted. Otherwise, these are camouflaged and subsequently other behaviors can become primary due to active participation of false and superficial personalities that we create online.

To add to this privacy infringement misjudge a person to another extent, while those with power and connections get spared, most suffer.

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Echoes, my new poetry book

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Consistency where life frames women in different roles and you feel inhabited.

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It would not be in woods or meadows far reaching only through echoes, it would beat deep inside throbbing and touching through aspects of life.



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from where I have sprung and this haste
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Again the Sky

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Today showered again the sky I wondered if soaking the streets I choose to ignore.
Small leaves sprout and crawl inside me, branches spread out, straws are collected nests are created.
Lone pathway on feet speck of air or earth so full, and my own heart's silence in this moment's time.

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myth I build on my story


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here with truth


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and angles in and out 
can't locate more

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at moon hedge
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