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This yearthe dead are blindand do not seem to hearour prayers.Nor do they seem to mindthat we now ownwhat they once thought was theirs. Herethey shed no tearat all the painthey left behind. Now,when they come again,they only findechoes of … Continue reading
There is the fire that consumesand the fire that illumines. There is Desireand there is Love. Those motivated by Desiresee things they wish to possess,things they do not wish to possess,and other things –of no interest whatsoever. Those motivated by … Continue reading
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
In the pursuit of pleasure(or the relief of pain),they abuse their leisureand then return to work again. In the pool when the water is cleara thousand activities appear;a network of looking, seeing, willing;of turning, diving, chasing, catching, killing. Nowhere is … 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! That is mine!’is the burden of our song.We cannot see, still less definethat … Continue reading
is the eternal dancewhere those who lovefind one anotherand, taking their chance,reach up to highest Heaven aboveand down to deepest Hell. There is no higher happinessthan loving true and well. Toi et Moi sailtheir fragile boatwith single eyefrom birth to … Continue reading
Deep down to deathwith every breathand not one morefor any faith. His skin has lost a glossy look.He only feels his single painand waits for nothingto come back again. .
…A flowering of the human spiritin which Evil torments and exploitsas much of Creation as it can reach. …A development of Freedom To,when the corner stone of Ethics is discarded, that proliferates and insinuatesto as near Absolute Power as it … Continue reading
At Tha Thua they sweat,eat ice, jump in river.At Whitsands we’re wet,wear coats and just shiver. At noon, garlic toast is a must.Half-an-hour later it tastes just like dust. Our viewpoints change to meet new dataas smart clothes adjust to … Continue reading
Poetry begins with pain(like any other kind of birth)but though it breeds and feeds on earth,it aims at not becoming back again and reaches to the roots of thingsin search of the eternal springs. .