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Tag Archives: heart
HEAD AND HEART
If the Head leads, it breeds a web in which the ego lurks to catch its prey. And the Heart pales away. If the Heart rules, the sticky web transforms into a safety net through which the Ego shrivels into … Continue reading
SCRATCHING WHERE IT DOES NOT ITCH
The fastest may not be the best nor is Ben Nevis Everest. The rule for host may not suit guest. When the Holy Grail was the Quest, Lancelot’s prowess failed the test. Laughter in the Colosseum could not be suppressed … Continue reading
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Tagged Ben Nevis, Colosseum, heart, Holy Grail, Journey, Lancelot, loneliness, wisdom
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PURITY
In the dark tabernacle, a shaft of sunlight illumines the heart and shines through a million years of dust. Clouds and clouds of swirling dust spiralling through the light which spills in a golden pool on damp, grey stone and … Continue reading
Posted in Blondin
Tagged Blondin, Brian Taylor, Centre, heart, illusion, light, purity
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FULL MOON DAY THIRD LUNAR MONTH
One candle is a light unto itself. One hundred candles illuminate a room. In a room, one candle is a light unto itself. Uposatha day at Wat Katum, seven old ladies and one old man taking eight precepts for a … Continue reading
PURITY
In the dark tabernacle, a shaft of sunlight illumines the heart and shines through a million years of dust. Clouds and clouds of swirling dust spiralling through the light which spills in a golden pool on damp, grey stone and … Continue reading
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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Tagged conscience, footprints, heart, light, mind, New Year, nothing, past, shadows, spirit, void
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FOUR SEASONS
Four Seasons Spring This springtide was not something to excite the senses but an overflowing of the heart. Pure joy. ‘Love thou the rose but leave it on its stem.’ An overflowing of the heart which sees its images, reflected … Continue reading
