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Seeding thoughts

The Silent Eye

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I woke early and, instead of crawling grudgingly out of the warm bed as usual, I lay in thought for a few minutes. I had not moved anything except my eyelids; Ani couldn’t possibly know I was awake yet… could she? Well, on past showing yes, but honestly, it wasn’t even daylight. I have long since lost the habit of lounging in bed on a morning. Children and dogs require attention and years of getting up bleary eyed to deal with them build a habit it would be nice to break.

On the other hand, I get the dawns, so I can’t complain.

I was musing over something I had read before sleep from Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, “Matter is spirit moving slowly enough to be seen.” Scientifically, go ahead and shoot me down in flames, but the idea caught my attention as it accords with how I have always…

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Betwixters?…

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“We still don’t know how they did it, or why, or even if they really did it or not…

…We do know that for at least two thousand years these sort of monuments were a preoccupation, were the preoccupation of a world wide culture.

And then they were not!

The traditional supposition is climate change.

But there is another way to look it.

One that involves teleology…

And a change of state…

An evolution.

Amphibians can live in water and on land.

What would we call a creature that lives neither in nor out of time but somewhere between?”…

 

Sayings…

France & Vincent

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‘Those that work get bread.’

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A simple, straightforward enough equation,

yet, in the outer world, where the idler often has ‘bread’

in far greater abundance than the worker,

it is far from true…

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In the outer world,

subject as it is

to the laws of indifference and imperfection,

the ‘Jinni of the lamp’ obeys only the one who siezes it!

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Not so, the inner world.

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Here, only those who know travail can find rest,

and only one who ‘wields the knife’ is graced Isaac.

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It is only here that the worker gives birth to his father.

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Peripheral Views…

France & Vincent

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…Without ‘supernatural elements’ this type of conditioning would be unhealthy

and is the one most beloved of insecure, manipulative minds

intent on turning their victims into ‘Apes of Faith’.

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Which is, perhaps, one of the reasons why the ‘supernatural’

is here so heavily stressed.

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A radiant visage and countenance

is such a mainstay of supernatural narrative

that it must have some basis in real experience…

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…As is telepathy.

There are though, also, some people who are very good at this.

In which context, ‘reading one’s mind’

is not the same as, ‘hearing one’s thoughts’.

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The praeternaturally lengthy life-spans in this

and other biblical stories

probably have more to do with an editorial attempt

to ‘square’ original myth with historical time-frames

than with history, which is not to say

that people a very long time ago

were not a lot bigger and/or lived a lot longer…

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A Trigonometry of Seeming…

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The gnomon holds a special position

in the annals of architecture:

It is to time what the fulcrum is to movement.

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Would, then, movement be anything without time?

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And yet, for the gnomon

to tell us anything,

we have to move around it…

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Continuously

shifting our perspective,

before the position

is finally shadowed forth…

 

Scryer of Time…

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Scryer of Time.

On sky weathered stone

our accidental tourist  has stepped

through long horned, shaggy coated, cattle

to glean and ponder

the sun in rippled grain:

no shadow cast

from this bright interior’s sheen

the mountain top of yonder earth

beckons…

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Should an eagle become an egg

all fracture

I’ll fly!

I’ll fly!

beyond that outer maelstrom

of troubled cloud

and return heather dusted

 head space full

of truth’s sweet, fragrant lie

lipped to life’s cold scrutiny

in a fluid bowl of vision.

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May moss-fleck

reflections

trickle…

to ground and save us one and all:

Scryer of Time.

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Sylvan Grade…

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Can stone

turn to tree

or was that just eroded memory?

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Yet, if water turns to earth

and air

and earth to fire

and air to water

by dint of long forgotten alchemy.

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And if indeed

the Fire-King and Earth-Maiden

have spawned a beautiful daughter…

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There may yet be

some fleeting semblance of hope

for me…

Bone Age…

 

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Three skulls.

Three lives.

Three deaths.

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One life for the minerals, substance of earth.

One life for the flowers, blossom of soul.

One life for the animals, projection of dream.

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The dream of reason produces monsters.

The dream of love produces life.

The dream of death produces light.

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Three skulls.

Three deaths.

Three lives.

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Stone is the bone of earth.

Tom Banjo…

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Down the dark stairwell,  a silent progress plotted.

‘Twas death in that  house were Tom but spotted.

…He reached the door, a tree clad Owl hooted.

Three seconds more and Tom was Seven League Booted.

One stride it took to clear that grim ravine.

By the dimly waking watchers, Tom was never seen.

A toe hold caught the receding lip of night.

Poor Tom was spilled out, and tumbled into flight…

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In the glow

far, far below…

High keening Kites.

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*Tom Banjo is a character who appears in the Grateful Dead song entitled ‘Mountains of the Moon’. About two-thirds the way through the song, and upon hearing of the Marsh King’s daughter, Tom mysteriously disappears…