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He rang the bell and waited

No one came to the door

After a short while he knocked gently

Silence

He put his ear to the door and listened

He thought he heard breathing

He held his

and listened

Someone was breathing

He could not tell who it was

He held his breath one more time

and listened

Someone was still breathing

He sank to the floor and wept

He had found himself

The door remained closed

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Art: Dorothy Grostern, Staircase

 

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I am fishing for help.

I am casting for salvation.

I am crying out for assistance.

I am sinking.

Help me.

Why?

Why when you are sinking too.

Why?

A word floats in….

It floats in silently…

It touches me…

It touches you…

Can’t you feel it?

It’s love.

Love.

Love.

And then…

The End.

Love eternal.

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SOMETHING IS PRESSING ON MY MIND

SOMETHING IS WRIGGLING TO THE FRONT

SOMETHING WILL NOT JUST LET ME BE

IT WILL NOT NOT TILL I DIE

SOMETHING IS EATING ME INSIDE

SOMETHING I CAN AND WON’T WITHHOLD

I AM MY OWN WORST CANNIBAL

WITH NO HOPE LEFT NO HOPE AT ALL

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Art: Francis Bacon, Self Portrait

 

On the sea of death and life,

the diver’s boat is freighted

With “Is” and “Is not”;

But if the bottom is broken through,

“Is” and “Is not” disappear.

 

Unknown

 

Games Zen Masters Play

Writings of R.H. Blyth

Today, Venus makes its last-in-your-lifetime journey


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I am overwhelmed and humbled.

I am but a speck.

My mind is bigger than me.

Venus.

The Sun.

The Earth.

Copernicus.

me…

Art: Piotr Lichwierowicz

Did you SEE it?

Who are you?

How do you feel?

Does it all matter?

When did I cross the line

When did I move from Life to breathing

From knowing to naught

And why did I not see

The signposts

The arrows and lights

That blinked beside my vision

Of me

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Foreshadowed

Not foretold

Life unfolded

Surprise by dare

In innocence and disillusionment

Happy and sad

Blunt and honed

And now

Lost

Again

For how

long…

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Life and fate

And fated life

Of memories held

Unfolding, tight

Of shadows whispered

From afar

A silent truth

Now lost and marred

Un-forgiven in endless night

Of mourning.

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Art: Drawings by Pascaline Knight