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HOW OLD ARE YOU?

How old was Jesusat his Birth?At the Crucifixionshining all his worth?Or Resurrected –God connected? Who can sayhow old they are?Even in the Elysian fieldsvirtues’ flowers to withering yields.Thousands of years on,Death still follows what’s born. Gods and ghosts,Denizens and animal … Continue reading

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FULL MOON DAY THIRD LUNAR MONTH

One candle is a light unto itself.One hundred candlesilluminate a room.In a room,one candle isa light unto itself. Uposatha day at Wat Katum,seven old ladies and one old mantaking eight preceptsfor a dayto keep the Niraya fires at bay.“I undertaketo … 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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YOGA

Mind moveswith the breathwhich fuels this articulated dollfrom birth to death. What starts out as routine maintenancefor a puppet with entangled stringsdevelops to a share in the danceof the dragon that eternally sings. But, first, the intention,clear and well definedfor … Continue reading

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DEEP DOWN TO DEATH

Deep down to deathwith every breathand not one morefor any faith. His skin has lost a glossy look.He only feels his single painand waits for nothingto come back again. .

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PATIENCE

The patience of the old woman:raveling and unraveling somebody’s memorieslike skeins of wool,to darn the tattered coveringof an ever-fading lifein which,according to somebody’s memories,she was once a womanand a wife. The patience of the sick:waiting for the stab of the … Continue reading

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FUNERAL

We crawl our way from earthto starnor calculate from birth how farour tiny feetwill take usbefore the karma that we meetwill break us;and cast us adrift on an outgoing tide. While those onshore mutter simply,“He died!” Ding-dongFay’s goneLife longDeath waits … Continue reading

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SINGLE-MINDED SALLY

Single-minded Sally woke up just before she diedand, looking round the Faces,saw there was no place to hide. Single-minded Sally knew she’d left it far too lateand she could not think of any way to make the Faces wait.And the … Continue reading

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BLONDIN

Every man is Blondin.Every lifetime a rope,finer than a spider’s thread,sharper than a sword,stretched between birth and death(breath and breath)across Niagara. .

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MATTER IS DEAD

Matter is dead,dead or dying.And in it, cravingcraves its dissolution,rehearses dissolution.Expense of energyin voluntary death. Do not keep it youngor leave a creaky scream unwrung,a forbidden song unsung,a sin unsunned. A pleasure’s but a pleasure,and on pleasure’s wingsa man gets … Continue reading

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