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A boatafloaton the streamof time. On either bankthe dream;a banquet for the senses.A blazeof colour and livingnessof music and messagesto tempt and amaze;enticements and instant memories;the enchanting voiceof the serpent. Afloaton the streamfrom nowhereto nothing. .
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. .
Space you measure in feet and inchesand shoes by where your big toe pinches;seasons by cherry, rose and snow,when may comes and swallows go:empires by rise and fall of kings;weather by rain and drought and flood;dead trees by whether the … Continue reading
Over and over, you and Isift the contents of our mindand try to findthe people we think we might have been. Try as we will, behindthe painted curtain,one thing is certain; Nothing is ever seen. .
I must be present nowbefore I can have a past;I must be present nowto create a future then. If I still my present mindand exchange present thoughtsfor nothing at all,I have escaped past and futureand achieved a timeless peacewith no … Continue reading
Why did they spend so much time there in the anteroom of death?What could they prepare?Paper possessions as light as breath were too heavy for their dead to bear away from the fire. Why did they keep their eyeson pyramid, … Continue reading
STILLNESS isthe space between movementsthe crack in the universethe gloved handwith the artto pull aparttwo thin life stitchesand let a stab of nothing in.An eyewith sky behindfor mind,a face blind,a sunflower petal fallingstamen to earth;or bird-song-bird callingeither side of the … Continue reading
“Empty-handed I comeand lo!The spade is in my hand.” In the illimitable VoidAll is destroyed(and Nothing is lost!) Everything appears anew:good seeds flourish(and evil too). They said to the Poetat his birth,“Go! Love!Without the helpof anything on Earth.” A naked … Continue reading
Cut into the human woodchop; pare;to find what is already there.Will the knife revealwhat we have outgrown?Or does the sculptor feelalong the veins and in the bonethe shape already in the stoneand gently, where the stone is brittle,cut only not … Continue reading
A tree climbed over the wallto give us its shade and its cooland asked for nothing back at all. Except, perhaps, the wall. .