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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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OUT OF THE MOTH OF BABES AND SUCKLINGS

The pure cry of the uncomplicated child before it has been trained in the verbalisations of this world is the Voice of the Eternal. Learn from it: that the way back to God lies backwards beyond naming and identifying blaming … Continue reading

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CRYSTAL BALL

Who among you can bear to peer into the Eternal Not; to disappear into the Nowhere, the irretrievably and absolutely Forgot?  

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BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE

Super-talented children play on the eternal beach, building castles and cities and civilisations and worlds, anything, everything they want; and try to keep all and each out of everyone else’s reach. Dancing around hand in hand, they themselves are powdered … Continue reading

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OUT OF THE MOUTHS OF BABES AND SUCKLINGS

The pure cry of the uncomplicated child before it has been trained in the verbalisations of this world is the Voice of the Eternal. Learn from it: that the way back to God lies backwards beyond naming and identifying blaming … Continue reading

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SAMSARA

Wandering on. Through a waste of perils we have already faced, blown by the hot winds of desire, pursued by our own shadows, touched by the invisible fire, surrounded by supravisible foes. From waste to waste. From oasis to oasis; … Continue reading

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DIAMOND MOUNTAIN

Diamond Mountain Wind blows.Rattles an invocationtwo thousand years oldfrom bronze temple bells. Brushes a susurrusfrom ten thousand oak leaves. Draws from their branchesthe moaningof two hundred year old wood,the dry soundof a long-forgotten oboe. Causes a seventy year old manon … Continue reading

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