Category Archives: Blondin

JUDGE NOT, THAT YE BE NOT JUDGED

Long Wig up on his High Chair stares at Long Hair standing there below him in the dock. ‘I cannot deviate from the Law,’ he says, glancing at the clock. ‘This is my decision. Six months without remission. Oh, and … Continue reading

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FREEDOM

Tinker Tailor Soldier Sailor Everyman is his own gaoler; shuts the door and turns the key, ends up where he wants to be, looking at what he needs to see – you for you and me for me. As Māra … Continue reading

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FREEDOM TO OR FREEDOM FROM?

Power aims at Freedom To; finds itself on a collision course with all the other Freedoms To that inhabit gods and men and beast; storm and drought and pestilence; sickness, old age and death. Wisdom aims for Freedom From discovers … Continue reading

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AN EDUCATED CROCODILE IS STILL A CROCODILE

Rabbit with a habit lived in a hole next to Vole. And his habit was his link with the beginning of it all and kept him looking different from his next door neighbour, Vole. So they laid a proper treat … Continue reading

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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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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

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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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