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JUPITER SPINS
Jupiter spins, they say, three times as fast as earth and thus enjoys a shorter day. They say the sun will grow and then, at last, burn up the planets which lie in its way. They say, the universe is … Continue reading
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Tagged black holes, dies, eyes, here, Jupiter, nothingness, sun, telescopes, universe
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LEARNING
Learning out and learning in both from now and here begin. Going back to change the clock yesterday’s secrets will not unlock. Writing plans on your diary’s page makes nothing happen (except old age). Singing old songs, reciting old parts, rights no wrongs, breeds more false starts. … Continue reading
HERE
NOW runs like a crack through the universe. Through it beings escape. Between each step Between each movement Between each breath Between each heartbeat Between each living cell Between each thought Between each impulse light shines. Through the crack that … Continue reading
PARADISE LOST (AND REGAINED)
In the Beginning. God walked with Adam in the cool of the day. Despite hearing the Truth from God’s own mouth, Adam did not heed him. Later, God sent prophets to be his tongues. Despite hearing the Truth from God’s … Continue reading
REQUIEM: ARMISTICE DAY
This year the dead are blind and do not seem to hear our prayers. Nor do they seem to mind that we now own what they once thought was theirs. Here they shed no tear at all the pain they … Continue reading
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Tagged Armistice Day, dead, empty, here, Now, pain, prayers, thought
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TOMORROW AND TOMORROW
The pulling string, which is Time’s tether, brings and binds all things together in the contoured galleries of our minds. Piaf has been dead these thirty years or more and yet her voice is bought and sold in any CD … Continue reading
TOMORROW AND TOMORROW
Tomorrow and Tomorrow The pulling string,which is Time’s tether,bringsand bindsall thingstogetherin the contoured galleries of our minds. Piaf has been deadthese thirty years or moreand yet her voice is boughtand sold in any CD store. Yesterday and tomorrow,mingled joy and … Continue reading
