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WHAT IS WHAT?

Posted on April 11, 2018 by

A boat afloat on the stream of time. On either bank the dream; a banquet for the senses. A blaze of colour and livingness of music and messages to tempt and amaze; enticements and instant memories; the enchanting voice of … Continue reading →

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HAVE A HAPPY WEEK

Posted on March 9, 2018 by

“Empty-handed I come and lo! the spade is in my hand.” In the illimitable Void All is destroyed (and Nothing is lost!) Everything appears anew: good seeds flourish (and evil too). They said to the Poet at his birth, “Go! … Continue reading →

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CUT INTO HUMAN WOOD

Posted on February 17, 2018 by

Cut into the human wood chop; pare; to find what is already there. Will the knife reveal what we have outgrown? Or does the sculptor feel along the veins and in the bone the shape already in the stone and … Continue reading →

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GET UNSTUCK

Posted on February 12, 2018 by

Leaves from the Tree of Life; brown and withered, dried with growing old, dislodged by the touch of Time; or green, with veins still swelling with rising sap, torn free by an untimely wind. What are they, these dancing treasures? … Continue reading →

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STILLNESS

Posted on December 22, 2017 by

STILLNESS is the space between movements the crack in the universe the gloved hand with the art to pull apart two thin life stitches and let a stab of nothing in.  

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A TREE CLIMBED OVER THE WALL

Posted on December 5, 2017 by

A tree climbed over the wall to give us its shade and its cool and asked for nothing back at all. Except, perhaps, the wall.

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LEARNING

Posted on November 23, 2017 by

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 →

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