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LORD OF THE JUNGLE

In the Jungle of the Worldand the tangle of the Senseswe build us hutsof 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 pain … 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 feelspain piercing and deep;often so deep that of itself it heals;a child … Continue reading

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LETTING GO

Where it is thought that treasure lies,the mind is drawn because of ties. Where the treasure is not thought,no mind is born and nothing sought. .

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RIGHT VIEW

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

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SHADOWS OF ETERNITY

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

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STOP!

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

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END GAME

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.  

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STOPPING THE MIND

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. If stopping were difficult, the spider mind would jumble on, … Continue reading

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