Tag Archives: pain

FOUNDATION

Posted on June 17, 2018 by

The great Foundation on which all things rest is soon lost sight of, soon forgot, fails to hold man’s interest as entanglements lead to great confusion (due to the power of the great Illusion); until he cannot see what is … Continue reading →

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THE NOTEBOOK AND THE PEN

Posted on January 25, 2018 by

Register the birth. Now register the death. All unfinished business ends with the breath. Ends. But then again begins as we all come back for more. Even though we long forgot what it is we come back for. Only while … Continue reading →

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STOP!

Posted on January 20, 2018 by

If stopping were easy, a thought beam properly directed would thread silently through atom after atom and bring the entire universe to a standstill. An empty mirror reflected in itself.  Not easy. Not difficult. A judicious response to the Problem … Continue reading →

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POSSESSION

Posted on January 5, 2018 by

There is the fire that consumes and the fire that illumines. There is Desire and there is Love. Those motivated by Desire see things they wish to possess, things they do not wish to possess, and other things – of … Continue reading →

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STOPPING THE MIND

Posted on September 7, 2017 by

If stopping were easy, a thought beam properly directed would thread silently through atom after atom and bring the entire universe to a standstill. An empty mirror reflected in itself. If stopping were difficult, the spider mind would jumble on, … Continue reading →

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11th HOUR, 11th DAY, 11th MONTH

Posted on November 10, 2016 by

November Rose. Pink and white and mauve. Solitary, still, among the rosemary and late autumnal gorse. Sea winds have blown. The first frosts have frozen the short grass. Spring and summer are memories, midwinter an echo in reverse. November Rose … Continue reading →

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REQUIEM: ARMISTICE DAY

Posted on November 8, 2016 by

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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