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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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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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APRIL

April was hot and dry. The red earth responded by blowing as dust in the wind. The green earth responded by smothering itself with flowers of a thousand colours. The Water Board responded by banning hosepipes and promising to charge … Continue reading

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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

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CALCULATIONS

Space you measure in feet and inches and shoes by where your big toe pinches; seasons by cherry, rose and snow, when may comes and swallows go: empires by rise and fall of kings; weather by rain and drought and … Continue reading

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TREMATON CASTLE

The great Bailey wall keeps the outside out. Inside, the silence settles like sediment in a pool. But there are sounds that do not disturb the dust and images that bend no light waves. A timeless, parallel world littered with … Continue reading

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WALK ON

Walk On Walking On is not just a matter of feet measuring out the streets of this world; or the clatter of railway tracks dwindling to a point in the far-off, backward-looking, which has now become the past. Nor is … Continue reading

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