Tag Archives: Time

HERE NOW

Posted on October 16, 2021 by Universal Octopus

Here exists in SpaceNow exists in Time,so how can they be the same? New York exists in America (space).New York exists at five o’clock (time)say the Americans.But you can’t sayNew York IS five o’clockor New York IS America!(Unless you are … Continue reading →

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THE FOUNTAIN

Posted on September 16, 2021 by Universal Octopus

The fountainreaches upwards into spaceand, finding nothingto sustain it there,falls back into its proper place. And in this endlessrise and fall,we see the start and finishof us all. Time fliesthrough summer and through wintry skies;measures elephants and butterflies,marks where this … Continue reading →

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WAVES

Posted on September 8, 2021 by Universal Octopus

Time drifts away,as mist fades on the mountain.The world itself is hardly more realthe living waters springingfrom life’s fountain run dry,leaving discarded bonesbleaching in the sun. There is no moleculebut strives to be the whole(or if it can’t encompass that, … Continue reading →

Posted in Ego Ego God of the Jungle | Tagged bones, children, friend, inner garden, life's fountain, Living Waters, molecule, neighbour, rebels, thoughts, tide, Time, waves | Leave a comment

THE BALANCE

Posted on November 22, 2020 by Universal Octopus

“Oh Life! Thou Nothing’s younger Brother!So like, one might mistake Thee for the other!” (Oh Death! Thou Sleep’s forgotten Mother!So gentle, one might mistake Thee for the other!) “Eternity is in love with the products of Time.” (The Sun shinesin … Continue reading →

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THE HAPPIEST OLD

Posted on October 10, 2020 by Universal Octopus

The happiest oldhave nothing and don’t mind.The happiest youngare old before their time.Few these. The others are behind their years,suffer thirteen-year-olds’ fearsinto their twenties,and in their fortieshave appetitefor sins of twenty. But not the bite. .

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A SHELL

Posted on September 27, 2020 by Universal Octopus

A SHELLa big shellon a warm sand shelfbuilding long and strongout at last kept out. TIME to decidewhat’s insidefor inside meditationfor contemplation.Any answers? A SKULLa big skullwith a warm snug selfbuilding long and strongto keep out out. EYE, ear and … Continue reading →

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WHAT IS WHAT?

Posted on September 26, 2020 by Universal Octopus

A boatafloaton the streamof time. On either bankthe dream;a banquet for the senses.A blazeof colour and livingnessof music and messagesto tempt and amaze;enticements and instant memories;the enchanting voiceof the serpent. Afloaton the streamfrom nowhereto nothing. .

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TOMORROW AND TOMORROW

Posted on September 12, 2020 by Universal Octopus

The pulling string,which is Time’s tether,bringsand bindsall thingstogetherin the contoured galleries of our minds. Piaf has been deadthese thirty years or moreand yet her voice is boughtand sold in any CD store. Yesterday and tomorrow,mingled joy and sorrow,are raw material … Continue reading →

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TEMPUS MUTAT

Posted on May 5, 2020 by Universal Octopus

People differ in awareness of Time.Brazilian Indians have no word for tomorrow. Time is the measure of thingsmoving through space.Where there is nothing moving,not even thoughts,there is no awareness of Time. When a dog sees you after a gap of … Continue reading →