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Tag Archives: universe
JUPITER SPINS
Jupiter spins, they say, three times as fast as earth and thus enjoys a shorter day. They say the sun will grow and then, at last, burn up the planets which lie in its way. They say, the universe is … Continue reading
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Tagged black holes, dies, eyes, here, Jupiter, nothingness, sun, telescopes, universe
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STOP!
If stopping were easy, a thought beam properly directed would thread silently through atom after atom and bring the entire universe to a standstill. An empty mirror reflected in itself. Not easy. Not difficult. A judicious response to the Problem … Continue reading
STILLNESS
STILLNESS is the space between movements the crack in the universe the gloved hand with the art to pull apart two thin life stitches and let a stab of nothing in.
STOPPING THE MIND
If stopping were easy, a thought beam properly directed would thread silently through atom after atom and bring the entire universe to a standstill. An empty mirror reflected in itself. If stopping were difficult, the spider mind would jumble on, … Continue reading
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Tagged empty, letting go, mind, mirror, pain, reflection, spider, thought, universe, web
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HERE
NOW runs like a crack through the universe. Through it beings escape. Between each step Between each movement Between each breath Between each heartbeat Between each living cell Between each thought Between each impulse light shines. Through the crack that … Continue reading
THE SUDDENLY SEPARATE SPIDER SENTRY
STILLNESS is the space between movements the crack in the universe the gloved hand with the art to pull apart two thin life stitches and let a stab of nothing in. An eye with sky behind for mind, a face … Continue reading
LISTENERS
Where there are listeners there is no silence. Either the sounds of the listeners’ minds rebound from the boundlessness of space, or the universe itself pounds out a multivociferous chatter; the sound of reaching out, selecting rejecting and pain; coming … Continue reading
