Author Archives: Universal Octopus
I wish I was a millionairecould take it all and give it youand you and youand you and you and youand send you off to let you dojust what it is you want to. Use it and be right. And … Continue reading
Watching the flowof middle-earthas all things gofrom birth to birth.Here, one can knowwhat it’s all worth. An empty tideof rise and fall.Nothing outsideis mine at all;nothing insidenor large nor small. The mind reflectsvague shadowy drifts.The mind connectsblank mists with mists.The … Continue reading
“In and out the windowsas we have done before.” Moving in and out of beingstopping just this side of seeing,in and out of life they pass,kestrel, robin, spider, mouse.Each their special shapes they wear,striving on from here to there.From here … Continue reading
Holding a candle to drawn curtains,shielding tired eyes against the Sun,almost, but not quite, now half-certainthat one and one and one is one! .
How glad I amthat I am hereand not somewhere else. (If I weresomewhere else,I’d be here.) No escape, then! .
“There’s nothing either good or badbut thinking makes it so.” And riding on that apophthegm,to lower worlds they gountil the pain compresses themand makes them scream out, “No!” There is some truth in points of view,that what seems good to … Continue reading
Cut into the human woodchop; pare;to find what is already there.Will the knife revealwhat we have outgrown?Or does the sculptor feelalong the veins and in the bonethe shape already in the stoneand gently, where the stone is brittle,cut only not … Continue reading
Sitting quite stilland with Nothingto hold on to. While the planeton which you sit(a kind of ball, flattened at both ends)is spinningat a fair old rate of knots. And rolling all the whilein a great circuitround a vast, exploding Ball … Continue reading
The Mousethat scuttles down the bankacross the bricksand back again,carries no walletand all its baggageis in the simplicityof its brain. The Bird that slidesacross the windhas left its briefcasein a former life,together with its houseits mortgage(and its wife). The Beetle … Continue reading