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! That is mine!’is the burden of our song.We cannot see, still less definethat … Continue reading
Products of the Pastare apparent all around us.All of them outlastand eternally surround us. The Past for its own sakeis always out of view,following in the wakeof something always new. Looking for the Past itself,records are all you find;fossil, video, … Continue reading
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.