Tag Archives: Here and Now
Clusters of English “unofficial” roseshave climbed the fence to face the sun.Each in its crimson finery supposesthat it, alone, is the only one. Honeysuckle tangles with its vagrancebramble and lavender, rose and gorse,fills the still air with its golden fragrancethere … Continue reading
This flowering of the Human Spiritis a reaching outinto the empty wastelandof the egoic mindin search ofthe lost gardens of Eden. This fruitless endeavourto fill its wastelandwith memoriesof its past (My was)and thoughtsof its future (My will be) is stitched … Continue reading
(Harmony Square) La Place de la Concordenear the Hôtel Crillon. In the Temps Perdu:Madame Lafarge(who never forgets)and the tricoteuses(who never forget) sit and knit and wait for Marie Antoinette. “With my machine,”Dr Guillotin tells the Assemblée Constituante,“I cut off your … Continue reading
The broken bird’s wingat your feetshows where hope and hopelessnessnow meet. .