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BLACK MAGIC…

…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

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VIEWPOINTS

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

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POSSESSION

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

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EGO EGO LORD OF THE JUNGLE

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! This is MINE!”is the burden of our song. We cannot see, still less define,that … Continue reading

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SEEING THE OBVIOUS

The fisherman sees the fishbut not its painuntil as fishhe swims this way again. The rich see not the poorthey have inventedand, not contented,strive ceaselessly for more. Abraham’s descendants fight for their promised land,and while they swarm and fight like … Continue reading

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POETRY

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. .

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ONE ARROW, TWO ARROWS

Why should the hand complainfor the glove abandoned in the rain? Why should the foot retainthe ragged shoe and call it pain? Why should the coloured window paneinflict on the white wall a lasting stain? Why should the nerve-ends’ loss … Continue reading

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