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AS YOU SOW SO ARE YOU REAPED

Posted on June 29, 2022 by Universal Octopus

So if you seeyou’re hanging on a treeas someone else’s pear,how did you get there? Solitary Rose.How come it doesn’t realiseit’s the one and only?How come it isn’t lonely?Or even a little melancholy? Exemplary Rose! .

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TRANSCENDENTAL ROSE

Posted on March 11, 2020 by Universal Octopus

The year’s first transcendental rosestands where the self-sown apple grows. No pride at being first is shownnor discontent at standing there alone. Among the rosemary and gorseit is its own and only source. .

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LOVE THOU THE ROSE BUT LEAVE IT ON ITS STEM

Posted on September 9, 2019 by Universal Octopus

How odd that humans choose to hide their sexwith clothes they have derived from plantsand so disguise them. And yet they cut from plants their sex(which they call flowers)and stick them in rose bowls and vases,put them on showand highly prize them! … Continue reading →

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TREASURES ON EARTH, TREASURES IN HEAVEN

Posted on May 30, 2019 by Universal Octopus

The scent of the rosefades in the dry airand the roses themselvesshrivel and fall. The Rose Garden toosuccumbs to the developerand his high-rise flatswhich brush against the sky. Red bricks give wayto changing architectural fashionor a motorwayor a bomb. And … Continue reading →

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SPRING

Posted on April 9, 2019 by Universal Octopus

This spring-tide was not somethingto excite the sensesbut an overflowing of the heart.Pure joy.‘Love thou the rose but leave it on its stem.’ An overflowing of the heartwhich sees its images,reflected everywhere,existing nowherebut in itself. Always the sun shinesin Portsonachon,in … Continue reading →

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RIGHT VIEW

Posted on March 26, 2018 by Universal Octopus

To the rose the garden disappears. To the garden the rose withers away. (If you were the gardener, what would you say?) Trace it all back as far as you can from where it is now to where it began. From … Continue reading →

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