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HEAD AND HEART

If the Head leads,it breeds a webin which the ego lurks to catch its prey. And the Heart pales away. If the Heart rules,the sticky webtransforms into a safety netthrough which the Egoshrivels into the Void. (from Gnomonic Verses) .

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TREASURES ON EARTH, TREASURES IN HEAVEN

The scent of the rosefades in the dry airand the roses themselvesshrivel and fall. The Rose Garden toosuccumbs to the developerand his high-rise flatswhich brush against the sky. Red bricks give wayto changing architectural fashionor a motorwayor a bomb. And … Continue reading

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PURITY

In the dark tabernacle,a shaft of sunlightillumines the heartand shines througha million years of dust. Clouds and clouds of swirlingdustspirallingthrough the lightwhich spills in a golden poolon damp, grey stone and iron rust. When the light movesit does not take … Continue reading

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SPRING

This spring-tide was not somethingto excite the sensesbut an overflowing of the heart.Pure joy.‘Love thou the rose but leave it on its stem.’ An overflowing of the heartwhich sees its images,reflected everywhere,existing nowherebut in itself. Always the sun shinesin Portsonachon,in … Continue reading

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NORMAL

Pain is in proportion to livingness.The more alive you are,the more it hurtsto live.This is normal. The young hurt mostbut mend quickest.New flesh healswhere old flesh withers.Young mind feels pain piercing and deep;often so deep that of itself it heals;a … Continue reading

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WALK ON

Walking Onis not just a matterof feetmeasuring out the streets of this world;or the clatterof railway tracksdwindling to a pointin the far-off, backward-looking, which has now become the past. Nor is it the Ocean Linerslipping out of port,pushing through waveswhich … Continue reading

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RAISING THE DEAD

Because I cared,I kept my friends alivebathed in the light of the good times we had shared. But when I go back to comparethe in-between times too, I seethey have given up the fight(together with the good times that we … Continue reading

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