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OUT OF THE MOUTH OF BABES AND SUCKLINGS

The pure cry of the uncomplicated childbefore it has been trainedin the verbalisations of this worldis the Voice of the Eternal. Learn from it:that the way back to Godlies backwards beyondnamingand identifyingblamingand mentifying;that the Tree of Knowledgeshares the One Rootwith … Continue reading

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OZYMANDIAS REVISITED

I met a Traveller from that Antique Landbetween the Euphrates and the Tigris,where the ancestors of our Human Raceopened their eyes to the opportunityto be outpostsof Divine Consciousnessand act as Guardians of Planet Earthin Eden. Here, instead, they chosethe miseryand … Continue reading

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MAKING MERIT

“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 memight … Continue reading

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THE CIRCLE LINE

Round and round the Circle Linein endless pursuit of me and mine.Familiar scenes go hurtling past,each new vision much like the last;grief and suffering, hate and paincoming round again and again. Where are the stops where the doors slide backand … Continue reading

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GOOD AND EVIL

Evil is the Great Magicianwhich blinds the inner visionthe painting on its facedisorientates the eye,the quickness of its hand through spacedeceives the sly. The conjuror peddles his illusions,the world his backdrop and his stage,his victims, living beings enmeshed in their … Continue reading

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WHY?

Because we have neglected muchwe finish up with such and such,surrounded by we see and touch.Because we have neglected much. Because we sit and dream (and dream)we cannot separate is and seem;images come in floods and teem.Because we sit and … Continue reading

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MINDFULNESS

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

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