Precision of Purpose 

A dozen cicadas on a tree trunk make such a racket that an entire garden will ring with their importunate chink
While a lone leopard stealthily moves across the plain with greater precision of purpose
In light of such observations, one would think it is not so much the frequency with which a cry is uttered but instead the fervency of the echo which gains one the world’s respect

Also, it is a fact of life that in order to qualify, one must first measure up to set specifications
And a man’s use of his time is emblematic of his self-worth
So the drifter with no objective or aim seldom stumbles upon opportunity for he cannot identify it even if in sight
While she of intuitive and self-directed intent becomes queen regnant with superior might

4 Comments on “Precision of Purpose ”

  1. vivachange77 says:

    Wow! I love the philosophy that radiates from your words.

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  2. cat9984 says:

    I like this poem a lot – many ideas in a few lines

    Liked by 1 person

  3. And I treasure your constant encouragement. Forever grateful.


  4. Thank you kind lady. I love it when someone can peel off the layers and discover the depth….

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