The Point

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If a river is never the same river twice
as Heraclitus tersely proposed
A word is never the same word twice
A thought is never the same thought twice
A neuron never fires in the same way twice
Life is a delimited expression of Universe
enjoy and reimburse
every moment
every perception
until you can’t

Image: You Never Stand in the Same River Twice, Catherine Reed  fine art

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Id

Id

In the beginning there was perfect solution
Tsunami, fragmentation
Ten thousand things, symbols
Relaxed and reproduced

At an apparently astonishing rate, awesome
Artery after artery, vein after vein
Carried the idea into the flesh
But the blueprint soul

Potential that could not let itself think
In and of itself
Let its other think at will
Relatively, passionately; expressively

Bro,
Sister,
Family of life
Eye of newt and toe of frog

All together now
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Holiday

St Irene
Santorini (St Irene)

Asking the right questions
Seeking the telling conversation
Exploring the apt environment
We evolve to awareness of self
A new engagement with our other

Seeing relationships that hold us in our place
Feeling influences that stabilise our path
Shedding our distractions, we clear the way
To optimise love, to make love
We travail, fully engaged, harmonised

We move and are moved as one
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sun

Haiku is pointless
Unless it’s the finest tip
Of ancient wisdom

Know the history, the art
Let it well up from the spring

pointless star

Only connection counts
There’s an infinite amount
But the secret is knowing  where
Where is the fine complexity of air

It’s everywhere that which is joined and is linked
Inside outside and the thing itself

People are so interesting
Self and selfless
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Norm’s Place

wastland2Why do you hear no, smell no, see no evil?
How does it feel, what is that taste?
Why so loathe to foot your own bill?
Why are your things all turning to waste?

Why so much time spent in the car?
Why pay the forces to police such a state?
Why are the answers all at the bar?
Why do we always turn up so late?

Where are our parents, are they at home?
Where are our children, how have they learned?
How much are we paying to feel in the zone?
Just look out the window at what we have earned.

Humanity, where are you, who are you, what is your fate?
Above all, why is there a beggar down at the gate?
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The Word

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Out of the dissolute body came the word
Winging its way, winging its way to where
Out of the past a reptilian bird
Where do they go and what can they bear
Why do they whistle, what is their ware
Just to make sense of sun, moon and star
To capture a heart and move it fair?
Out of this nought a first protozoa

Love reformed grace
At the pace of the tortoise, a hare
From the soiled body, into the solid body
Appearance and shapes to spare

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