Monthly Archives: March 2013

Love and hate

  The bed was made and by the side stood Love’s companion Hate; holding hands through passion’s shroud, Life’s true supplicate. It’s when the heart is fully drawn, in soulful, sundered shape, that these two take their places; observe, as … Continue reading

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Mistaking self-obsession for self-awareness…

There is a view that Asperger’s Syndrome is more common in these times. Perhaps the real syndrome is people who are so self-obsessed that they are incapable of taking the feelings of others into account – the me now, my … Continue reading

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I sought myself

My Self had wandered, cast adrift on ocean’s liquid time; my ego sea-sick with the search, such flimsy craft I sailed. And then, my Self, stark silhouette in vision’s burning gaze, for one brief moment, till I slipped horizon’s edge … Continue reading

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Remaining gracious in the face of rudeness     It is hard to remain gracious when people do things which are insensitive at best and unkind at worst but perhaps therein lies the lesson – learning to resist being pulled … Continue reading

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What exactly do same-sex couples want   Maybe I have not followed the issue closely enough but given the proliferation of posts regarding same-sex marriage rights, perhaps someone can articulate exactly what is meant by this. My understanding was that … Continue reading

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Seasons   The sky is blue, sweet summer’s shred, light-tied to Autumn’s tail, the sun is shining, smiling bright, to warm the wind-chilled day. And as both speak their message drapes, cross cloud and curious breeze; a banner brave and … Continue reading

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Spring

Spring-sownseeds in silent shower, skip past rolling day, touching wings as new-born dreams carry them away. Drawing breath and flinging free, they climb to future’s tail and ride the currents carelessley, from tree to fertile grave. 84

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