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FLANDERS FIELD

Enter the Heart Chakra. What can be seen? A meadow. An enormous meadow, stretching as far as can be seen in all directions. In the centre of it is a great tree. “What is this great meadow?” “It is Flanders … Continue reading

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GRETA

When you are watching Greta at the United NationsYou are watching Mother Earthweeping for her children. .

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THE SERPENTS

The Serpents dance hypnoticallyand fill the Void with Thoughtand in their game of wish-fulfilmentthe Sons of Man are caught. Slaves to their Dream Creations,enflamed by Hot Desire,craving ever-new sensations,singed by the Ancient Fire,they sink from brightness into embersfrom cinders into … Continue reading

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BUTTERFLY’S EGG

Nature’s miniatureopalescent crystal ball. Explore it from outside-inand your finest scientific eyesare lost in its unimaginable vastnesswhich opens onto the totality of the outer universe. Nothing can be seenby blinded scientific eyesof the everything there.For the would-be observer dissolves. Explore … Continue reading

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MULTIPLE

In Buddha’s sunlit laboratory(or Dhamma chamber),experiments by laboratory assistants(or monks)demonstratethat if you shine the lightof investigationon form, feeling, perception, thoughts and consciousnessand apply continuous mindfulnessat the very centreof the rising and fallingof these phenomena,all things are seento be without a … Continue reading

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I, ME, MINE

In the Beginning (or perhaps a little later) there was I. And then, because I was lonely, there was me. And we got on like a house on fire! And, so that we could have something in common, there was … Continue reading

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THE SEASON

The season slides to wind and showers and sharp hot sun (for rare half-hours) and all the world lays waste its powers pursuing what it cannot own. Then mists and fogs and hazy sunrise ships’ dull horns and lazy gull … Continue reading

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