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JUNE

A dry Juneand roses and honeysuckletumble in riotous flowerdown the path, below the gate,in anticipation of drought. The rush slowly(keeping vegetable time)towards the battlefieldof fern and bramblewhich flows inconclusively,to the cliff edge.Beyond, the sea. The mind takes on the colourof … Continue reading

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WHAT IS WHAT?

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

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THREE TIMES

Adjusting the Presentwith Past and Futureis like adjusting the Feetto fit the Shoes.Any way you look at this you lose. Don’t stop talking about tomorrow.It wasn’t like this before the war.I’ll get it right next time.You owe me one. It … Continue reading

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KARMA

Karma stops.It’s time for the mops. An integral part of the process. When the course is runand the mopping up’s done,why, then we can start to progress. .

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REBIRTH

There in the dark, waiting.The unbornseeking their opportunity,moist earthwhere they can flowerand be carried along on the stream of unfolding consciousness. Only by constant vigilanceis the Bind Weed,stored in the Dreamtime,abandonedto the stagnant backwaterof time – to come no more. … Continue reading

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COLD FROST

We fill the time twixt sleep and sleepto stop the thoughts dig down too deepfor they have messages to keepthat what you sow is what you reap. .

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TOMORROW AND TOMORROW

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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GNOMON

The shadow of the gnomonslides at a steady rate.Even if the dial is ancient,the time itself is up to date.Though the train sleeps in the station,the sun just will not wait. And the ever moving sunand the clocks that tick … Continue reading

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THE FOUNTAIN

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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MAKE THE MOST OF IT!

Said the Junior Dean. What is “It”that we should make the most of it?What have wethat we can justly boast of it? We have inherited our share of wealth;and karma and good sensehave brought us health. Time weighs not on … Continue reading

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