Tag Archives: Time

GNOMON

The shadow of the gnomon* slides 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 … Continue reading

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WHAT IS WHAT?

A boat afloat on the stream of time. On either bank the dream; a banquet for the senses. A blaze of colour and livingness of music and messages to tempt and amaze; enticements and instant memories; the enchanting voice of … Continue reading

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GET UNSTUCK

Leaves from the Tree of Life; brown and withered, dried with growing old, dislodged by the touch of Time; or green, with veins still swelling with rising sap, torn free by an untimely wind. What are they, these dancing treasures? … Continue reading

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MAKE THE MOST OF IT

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

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GET UNSTUCK

Leaves from the Tree of Life; brown and withered, dried with growing old, dislodged by the touch of Time; or green, with veins still swelling with rising sap, torn free by an untimely wind. What are they, these dancing treasures? … Continue reading

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JUNE

A dry June and roses and honeysuckle tumble in riotous flower down the path, below the gate, in anticipation of drought. They rush slowly (keeping vegetable time) towards the battlefield of fern and bramble which flows, inconclusively, to the cliff … Continue reading

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THIS YEAR

This year mixes spring and summer here, a sharp wind chasing baking heat. Hawthorn hangs like snow in clusters with gorse and last year’s bracken at its feet, turning the whole cliff into an in-between season. Beyond the hills lie … Continue reading

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