Tag Archives: eternity

LISTEN

Posted on December 5, 2018 by

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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ETERNITY

Posted on October 20, 2018 by

There is no time in Paradise! Do not worry. Do not hurry. If the kettle is too small it will not spoil it to fill it twice and boil it. There is no time in Paradise. Until they count the … Continue reading →

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LISTEN

Posted on November 13, 2017 by

What is that sound? Like the trailing of a fan through a silent anteroom? It is the murmur of air ruffling leaves. It is the herald of the whirlwind which will strip those leaves from their trees and wrench the … Continue reading →

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EVERYDAY LIFE (DYING NORMALLY)

Posted on May 14, 2017 by

Going out there is no other
coming back there is no trace.
As Eternity comes nearer… Continue reading →

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JUNE

Posted on June 26, 2016 by

A dry June and roses and honeysuckle tumble in riotous flower down the path, below the gate, in anticipation of drought. They rush slowly (keeping vegetable time) towards the battlefield of fern and bramble which flows, inconclusively, to the cliff … Continue reading →

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HERAKLEITOS I

Posted on December 30, 2015 by

Entendu! Understood! One cannot step into the same river twice. Fresh waters are eternally rushing in. Who passed this way? And when? Wait! Pond river ocean all are filled with eternal waters. In tasting these, is Liberation not found? And … Continue reading →

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DIAMOND MOUNTAIN

Posted on September 27, 2013 by

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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