Daily Archives: November 8, 2017

Circles of Heaven…

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There is an inevitable circularity to many of our arguments.

For the logician circularity is a death knell.

Logic proceeds in steps along a perceived line, from a perceived beginning, to a perceived end.

For the logician circularity is a flaw.

For cosmos, everything that endures is cyclical.

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My Temple is the Sky

Sun in Gemini

My temple is the sky,

Which speaks to me 

In passing moments

Too brief to truly capture

But not too brief to see

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My hearth and home

Is this, our earth, enraptured

My body-brain became its child 

And yet, ‘I’ am a child of sun

And, in me, loved, as in you

Ascends a different eye

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My solace is the ocean

Which fills the Earth with fluid life

The eye that rises feels and knows

The arrow of its suffering

The archer’s keen intent and goal

The force behind the wish, unleashed

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The eye that was the earth 

And drank the wine of life

Now raises sight to fire of sky

And sees beyond

Wherein the seeker, sought

Becomes the arrow’s path

From fragile fingers long relaxed

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My temple is the Sky,

Which speaks to me 

in passing moments

Too brief to truly capture

But not…

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Bittersweet

The Silent Eye

The misty dawn blushed a soft, rosy pink, probably  embarrassed by the number of clichés it was inviting. It had begun with a delicate glow, suffusing the rising mist with gold as I shivered on the doorstep, then painted the world in pastel colours, as gentle as an apology. As the sun rose, the temperature plummeted, the swirling mists turned to fog and you could almost see the ice crystals forming. Another Monday morning was born…

The sudden frost highlighted every detail of plants still resolutely green, each strand of spider silk and the edge of every fallen leaf. The ordinary became beautiful. Details that are overlooked a hundred times a day were limned in crystal and became unmissable… yet, but for necessity, I would have taken the option of comfort, stayed warm indoors and seen nothing. As I scraped the ice from the windscreen of the car, I…

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