A warbling sound: not birds, a pan flute. Blunt knives shiver in anticipation and, hunger sharpened, call out for the Gypsy to come and whet their appetite for things bloody and raw. Dreaming of cutting and slashing and the work to be done. Come, Gypsy, come!
– The seed of a weed – – A gust of wind – Snatched from the air, transported on wings, but, incorruptible, indestructible, lands far away, in a neatly planned garden, there to confuse the neighbours, with its wild majesty!
I see the Light and reach out. It fades. My wanting forming the clouds. How to escape desire? That splinter in my soul… is wood, from a tree, life-giving. It’s growing, sap flowing, roots forming, budding leaves, that soak up the Light: breathing particles, expanding waves… meet other trees, celebrating life, connecting, sharing, transforming darkness […]
Coincidence does not exist. Not in my book! Yesterday, a couple came to see me, on the street that is my present home, to have a chat about this and about that. And chat we did, about lots of things, which led to them inviting me to sleep in their flat. Just like that! These […]
Well, that’s ruined Lord of the Rings for me!
From Emma Ruby-Sachs – Avaaz.org The Ugandan Parliament is set to pass a brutal law that could carry the death penalty for homosexuality. If they do, thousands of Ugandans could face execution — just for being gay. We’ve helped stop this bill before, and we can do it again. After a massive global outcry last […]