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THE BEGINNING

Trace it all back as far as you canfrom where it ends up to where it began:From knife to the hand,from hand to the eye;from footprints on sandto the sun in the sky. Trace it back further to where it … Continue reading

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CALCULATIONS

Space you measure in feet and inchesand shoes by where your big toe pinches;seasons by cherry, rose and snow,when may comes and swallows go:empires by rise and fall of kings;weather by rain and drought and flood;dead trees by whether the … Continue reading

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TRANSCENDENTAL ROSE

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

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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ASHES TO ASHES

Mingled dust of privet and rose petalsswept by the windgathered into cracks and empty spacesalong the bottom of the wall. Mingled dust of hopes and memoriesswept by the mindgathered into cracks and empty spacesalong the bottom of us all. .

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TREASURES ON EARTH, TREASURES IN HEAVEN

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

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

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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