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PARADISE LOST (AND REGAINED)

In the Beginning. God walked with Adam in the cool of the day. Despite hearing the Truth from God’s own mouth, Adam did not heed Him. Later, God sent prophets to be his tongues. Despite hearing the Truth from God’s … Continue reading

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SEPARATISM

This flowering of the Human Spirit is a reaching out into the empty wasteland of the egoic mind in search of the lost gardens of Eden. This fruitless endeavour to fill its wasteland with memories of its past (My was) … Continue reading

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LEARNING

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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HERE

NOW runs like a crack through the universe. Through it beings escape. Between each step Between each movement Between each breath Between each heartbeat Between each living cell Between each thought Between each impulse light shines. Through the crack that … Continue reading

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PARADISE LOST (AND REGAINED)

In the Beginning. God walked with Adam in the cool of the day. Despite hearing the Truth from God’s own mouth, Adam did not heed him. Later, God sent prophets to be his tongues. Despite hearing the Truth from God’s … Continue reading

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REQUIEM: ARMISTICE DAY

This year the dead are blind and do not seem to hear our prayers. Nor do they seem to mind that we now own what they once thought was theirs. Here they shed no tear at all the pain they … Continue reading

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TOMORROW AND TOMORROW

The pulling string, which is Time’s tether, brings and binds all things together in the contoured galleries of our minds. Piaf has been dead these thirty years or more and yet her voice is bought and sold in any CD … Continue reading

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