Author Archives: Universal Octopus
It is now two millennia sincethe Security Seraphimswere withdrawnand the Gates of Eden reopenedto the General Public. Free Admissionto all children(before their parents succeededin banning them). Free Passesto those adults who agreeto leave their baggage outside(as strongly recommended by JC)and … Continue reading
Babies do not crythrough choice.It’s just their suffering giving voice;wishing to share itwith someone like you who can bear it. In Latin this someone is called mater. Nowaday’s-English comes much later,and I cannot find a word to translate her. .
Treninnow Lane is tangleddark and overgrownwith angledbeech and arching sycamore.No cars drive downand fern and nettle,dandelion and dock slumberin this extraordinary summer’s heat. Spiders’ webs are spun tightand Speckled Woods and Tortoiseshells meet,lifting and drifting,in and out of pools of … Continue reading
Swimming in a Cornish sea –Porpoises! (not Cornish) a little way from me.How far?How far from splashing foot to streamlined tail? Following the brain down its mazy trail –Thirty yards? A million years?Too far? Not far enough? But eye to … Continue reading
There is the fire that consumesand the fire that illumines. There is Desireand there is Love. Those motivated by Desiresee things they wish to possess,things they do not wish to possess,and other things –of no interest whatsoever. Those motivated by … Continue reading
Mingled dust of privet and rose petalsswept by the windgathered into cracks and empty spacesalong the bottom of the wall. Mingled dust of hopes and memoriesswept by the mindgathered into cracks and empty spacesalong the bottom of us all. .
Wandering on through a wasteof perils we have so often faced,blown by hot winds of desire,pursued by our own shadows,touched by the invisible fire,surrounded by supravisible foes. From waste to waste.From oasis to oasis.And every place ispopulated by its demons … Continue reading
Wind blows.Rattles an invocationtwo thousand years oldfrom bronze temple bells. Brushes a susurrusfrom ten thousand oak leaves. Draws from their branchesthe moaningof two hundred year old wood,the dry soundof a long-forgotten oboe. Causes a seventy year old manon a slatted … Continue reading
“In Chiangmaithere are many shapeful chedisin which nowhere can be seen.” Is stillness somethingor is it merelywhat’s left overwhen thingsdisappear? How can thingswhich are ever-moving,ever-changing,not be? Stillness is complete and perfectwhen boundaries disappear. Cattle do not feelthe farmyard gatepressing againsttheir … Continue reading
The Faith Homes of the World,Buddhist, Moslem, Christian,have acquired spiritual bolt-onsbuilt by enterprising entrepreneurswhose Collection Boxesfunnel the money into handsthat have slipped in between the sheets. Thou shalt not kill(but needst not striveofficiously to keep alive.) Thou shalt not eat … Continue reading