Monthly Archives: August 2013

Chat Noir Cabaret

Intangible exoticism of the Gymnopedie as a subtle saraband of piquant, melancholic harmony gleaned in an orb-curved heart-cage, birth and death in a day mirage at the edge of a sea-streaming dream, with reverence for all jewel-blood glints in the … Continue reading

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Bonfire in the Snow

Cramped knees crunched into my chest, I bend like a pine bough in the gravity of a white-out winter blizzard. So simple now, a small sound gone silent – I’ve used up all my lovely snow words, yet the snowfall … Continue reading

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Camellia Blossoms

Circumstance and expectation rarely coincide – if and when they do, we can be sure that it will be but briefly. Like passing clouds, conditions are always forming, changing, and dissolving – a perpetual round of morphing water cycling through … Continue reading

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Images

Streams of images reflected in the mirror mind – all arising and dissolving, season after season, perpetually. The habitual reactions: grasping or avoiding, then fixation, identification, stress. Just as attention moves to dwell on any image, any smoke and shadow … Continue reading

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Love or Fear

To love or fear – that’s the test. At the core the heart knows best. Open your eyes and you will see, fear is the malignancy. The fearful mind is a conflicted thing, obscuring the songs that love would sing. … Continue reading

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Soil Soliloquy

The same cool dark earth that sifted through my hands today as I stood over my father’s fresh grave stays with me, lingering under my fingernails. Absorbed into my skin, become flesh, as I’ve become my father’s flesh, this exists … Continue reading

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Silent

Adrift in pale moonlight, spectral tendrils of morphing moisture swath around treetops, vanishing at last into late night’s wintry darkness. Through the open door of this patchwork mountain hut, a last stick of incense surrenders itself to all directions like … Continue reading

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