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PYRAMIDS AND SARCOPHAGI

Why did they spend so much time therein the anteroom of death?What could they prepare?Paper possessions as light as breathwere too heavy for their dead to bearaway from the fire.Why did they keep their eyeson pyramid, tomb and funeral pyre?Even … Continue reading

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THE NOTEBOOK AND THE PEN

Register the birth.Now register the death.All unfinished business ends with the breath.Ends. But then again beginsas we all come back for more.Even though we long forgotwhat it is we come back for. Only while the breath continuesto feed the brainand … Continue reading

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THE BREATH OF LIFE

It is not Atlas who carries on his shoulders the world with all its teeming life forms its cities and citizens its poets and fools. It is the breath of life which fans the vital heat each time it cools. … Continue reading

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FREEDOM TO OR FREEDOM FROM?

Power aims at Freedom To; finds itself on a collision course with all the other Freedoms To that inhabit gods and men and beast; storm and drought and pestilence; sickness, old age and death. Wisdom aims for Freedom From discovers … Continue reading

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ATLAS

It is not Atlas who carries on his shoulders the world with all its teeming life forms, its cities and citizens its poets and fools. It is the breath of life which fans the vital heat each time it cools. … Continue reading

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FREEDOM TO OR FREEDOM FROM?

Power aims at Freedom To; finds itself on a collision course with all the other Freedoms To that inhabit gods and men and beast; storm and drought and pestilence; sickness, old age and death. Wisdom aims for Freedom From discovers … Continue reading

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MINDFULNESS

Watching the flow of middle-earth as all things go from birth to birth. Here, one can know what it’s all worth. An empty tide of rise and fall. Nothing outside is mine at all; nothing inside nor large nor small. … Continue reading

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