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UNFINISHED

A face half in shadowin the gallery;sudden silenceamong the guests,candlelit at the long table below. Girlsserving sherbetin the caravanserai.Before the whirlwindin the sandstorm’s eyetears up the desert. A severed headand the black mask of the executioneron Tower Hill. Broken masts … Continue reading

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FOOTPRINTS ON THE MOON

Blue shorts, stained white shirt,street market playground of dust and dirt.Without the moral imperative of mustand the enforced need to understand,he dances in a circle,holding a yellowed bodhi leaf in each hand.With all the self-assurance of thirty inches high,he has … Continue reading

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THE BEGINNING

Trace it all back as far as you canfrom where it ends up to where it began:From knife to the hand,from hand to the eye;from footprints on sandto the sun in the sky. Trace it back further to where it … Continue reading

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WEEKEND PEOPLE

Though the weekend peopleleave it all behind,when they sit down quietlyit’s all there in their mind. And though they leave their footprintsto commemorate their stay,when the cosmic tide comes in,it washes them away. The sand, the rocks, the buildingsthough private … Continue reading

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OWN GOAL

Cast up on a desert island,hut to be erected,food to be found. Making something I can call ‘my land’to protect and be protectedon my own ground. Another somewhereto be hot and cold in.A here (or there)to be young (grow old) … Continue reading

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POST IMPERIAL BLUES

A terrorist gets his way by violence. Like Alexander,he would prefer a city to surrender peacefully.Like Alexander,he will destroy it if it doesn’tand enslave its population. A successful terrorist,like a successful leopard,does not change his spots. A pugilist can break … Continue reading

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ETERNITY

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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RIGHT VIEW

To the rose the garden disappears. To the garden the rose withers away. (If you were the gardener, what would you say?) Trace it all back as far as you can from where it is now to where it began. From … Continue reading

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WALK ON

Walk On Walking On is not just a matter of feet measuring out the streets of this world; or the clatter of railway tracks dwindling to a point in the far-off, backward-looking, which has now become the past. Nor is … Continue reading

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