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“DEGREES WE KNOW UNKNOWN IN DAYS BEFORE, THE LIGHT IS GREATER, HENCE THE SHADOWS MORE”

In the search for thornless rosesand the perfect apple pie,many a question posesand many reasons why. Seedless grapes are on the plate(though cloudless summers have to wait).They’ll cut your leg off without pain(though Abel still meets brother Cain). There are … Continue reading

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GUIDE BOOK

“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

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RETURNING TO THE ROOT

The fretful Tiger in a rageprowls the confines of his cage.Do not feed him. Pass him by.And, of himself, he’ll surely die. The Gypsy, with her crystal ball,promises to tell you all.Do not cross her palm with gold.Leave your future … Continue reading

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PLUS ÇA CHANGE

The world still pilesstorm on storm,(though happiness remains the norm.) The spider mind spinsthought on thought(and in its own web still is caught.) The Sun (still)shinesin a bucket of water(and doesn’tgetwet). .

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CUT INTO THE HUMAN WOOD

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

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IN A FLAT

In a flatyou thinkyou could scream yourself to deathand not be heard.Pressing your cheekagainst the cool of the sink.One breathupon another breath.No wordfor that. In a room,you sufferinside door,walls, ceiling, floor.You could shout,you could walk out,it’s not a tomb. In … Continue reading

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MY HEAD IS CLEAR TODAY

“My head is clear today,the heavy morning stayed awayor lost itself in sleep.Clear, open-sensed,I keepan eye where a light beambends round the sensesat the dreamy edges. In the slow growth, in the egg of a dream,in purple darkness,pushed up by … Continue reading

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