Tag Archives: letting go
In the Jungle of the Worldand the tangle of the Senseswe build us huts of mud and heartacheand make (and mend) our fragile fences.“This is ME! This is MINE!”is the burden of our song. We cannot see, still less define,that … Continue reading
If stopping were easy, a thought beam properly directed would thread silently through atom after atom and bring the entire universe to a standstill. An empty mirror reflected in itself. Not easy. Not difficult. A judicious response to the Problem … Continue reading
Wildebeest, antelope and gazelle stand on the Plain of Serengeti where they can see only too well lying in the River Grumeti the jungle eye and hungry smile of the eternally waiting crocodile.