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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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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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MINDFULNESS

Watching the flow of middle-earth as all things go from birth to birth. Here, one can know what it’s all worth. An empty tide of rise and fall. Nothing outside is mine at all; nothing inside nor large nor small. … Continue reading

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UNFINISHED

A face half in shadow in the gallery; sudden silence among the guests, candlelit at the long table below. Girls serving sherbet in the caravanserai. Before the whirlwind in the sandstorm’s eye tears up the desert. A severed head and … Continue reading

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OLD WOUNDS

The landscape itself is cracked and pitted. Quarries gouged out of the rock face. Concrete jungles where forests grew. A million species drowned by hydro-electric schemes. Roman grain bowls becoming the Sahara desert. And the figures that pass through this … Continue reading

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YOU ARE AT PEACE

You are at peace and someone comes, thoughtless not unkind, and jogs you with his moment; demands your recognition, your admission, your consent to his place in your mind. What do you do? What harm has he done to you? … 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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