Recent Posts: Life is Returning
Formidable
The word ‘formidable’ derives from the Latin word formidare which means ‘to fear’. What is there to fear if faith in The One existent predominates? In the Tao Te Ching it is mused upon that no-one knows whose side Heaven is on. Isn’t this true today as all leaders from all sides still invoke the […]
From June 12th 2013
The intellect is rooted in ‘to hold’, intelligence is rooted in ‘to choose’. The intellect’s job is to chop things up, freeze things still, hold things down … just long enough for intelligence to choose, to pick, to initiate a consummation that allows the serving intellect to ‘let go’, empty, and wait for intelligence to […]
Queues and queues of questions
The cue for a question can be small, large, subtle or brash. The attention grab that causes the start, the shock to a long-held presumption, the apparent opening of a door suddenly found to have been always open, when presumed locked. What is your question …. right now, in this moment of our meeting? That’s […]
Burdens
The fundamental difference between fiction and fact: “No one is useless in this world who lightens the burdens of another.” Charles Dickens “Nor can a bearer of burdens bear another’s burdens if one heavily laden should call another to (bear) his load. Not the least portion of it can be carried (by the other). Even […]
The Bottom Line About The Top Line
What on earth have I been hammering on about stuck-addiction©️ for for these last five years? It is to have tried to correlate a person’s spiritual illness that is known as addiction, with a system’s spiritual illness that is exhibiting exactly the same descriptor of disease, namely the collapse of Executive function. I have arrived […]
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The words start slowly The lubrication of my pen Seeps and oozes from The honeycombed cells Of my union with Her Letters dance in the Hall of love’s splendour The music of an orchestra Of souls wraps magically Around my … Continue reading
Second Christmas
The delicate work of Muse rendition When that word Rendition Has been usurped by the torture business Is as difficult now As it has always been. Making the invisible, visible. Being true. Sentenced by words that are Love’s sentience. She … Continue reading
Bemusing Inspiration
Beauty pierces A word goes even deeper than the opening glance Then nothing is ever the same Again Love meets in the unseen first: Musing, amusing, The in and ex halation Of a landing in my life, The firing of … Continue reading
