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Monthly Archives: August 2012
Turquoise Tortoise
A Tortoise has 13 large patterned squares in the centre for the thirteen full moons of the year. There are twenty-eight smaller squares around the perimeter of shell, representing twenty-eight days of each lunar month. 28 days = 4 weeks … Continue reading
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Song To The Universe
Below the rock, village children play. The universe sings to the morning, and listens to the song they make.
Nostalgia
In my sisters house, I wake to the sound of english things. How peaceful life seems, as if time has gone backwards, and the mania of the 21st century spiralling out of control, just a dream. The world has settled into normal … Continue reading
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Of magic doors there is this, you do not see them, even as you are passing through (quote anonymous)
Between me, you, and the gatepost.
Poetry and hums aren’t things which you get, they’re things which get you. All you can do is go where they can find you – (Winnie The Pooh)
Ruairi In a warm air breeze, the spoon mobile tinkles. Ruairi drinks from rain-water puddles. On the beach, a heron, in sea-drenched Tai ‘chi pose. There is sand on Ruairi’s nose. Clouds dash. Swallows dive. Wind gathers leaves. Ruairi follows the scent before sleep. In the dark filled quiet of the star shining night, the falling comes, in a dream-filled deep.
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