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LISTEN

What is that sound?Like the trailing of a fanthrough a silent anteroom? It is the murmur of airruffling leaves. It is the herald of the whirlwindwhich will strip those leaves from their treesand wrench the trees from the hillsideand blast … 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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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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STOP!

If stopping were easy, a thought beam properly directed would thread silently through atom after atom and bring the entire universe to a standstill. An empty mirror reflected in itself.  Not easy. Not difficult. A judicious response to the Problem … Continue reading

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SEPARATISM

This flowering of the Human Spirit is a reaching out into the empty wasteland of the egoic mind in search of the lost gardens of Eden. This fruitless endeavour to fill its wasteland with memories of its past (My was) … Continue reading

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STOPPING THE MIND

If stopping were easy, a thought beam properly directed would thread silently through atom after atom and bring the entire universe to a standstill. An empty mirror reflected in itself. If stopping were difficult, the spider mind would jumble on, … Continue reading

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REQUIEM: ARMISTICE DAY

This year the dead are blind and do not seem to hear our prayers. Nor do they seem to mind that we now own what they once thought was theirs. Here they shed no tear at all the pain they … Continue reading

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