Returning
The pure wind never stops it beats within (hridaya) the unknowable essence of your heart. As someone said, don’t think, do. Nothing dies. We are part of life’s circle. You are the wave that fans the ocean of always returning.
Tag: life
Songs of experience.
I got a broken foot and I hobble up and down the street singing songs of experience. Dylan is my constant companion from my Astoria hotel to the blue sky cafe. I see Captain sunshine he waves to me as I pass by. Street urchins warn me to be careful. Transvestites hang outside the cafe. […]
http://www.youtube.com/watch Major Major The original Catch 22
There
There was nothing special about living above a laundry. I had a concrete Buddha on the window sill looking over junkies and school children. My Buddha saw all sorts of tits and cunts. It was Fitzroy and hip , well it was sort of hip except for us poor cunts on Hanover Street. The Chinese […]
Jude
In front of me is a giant white gum tree, it’s boughs reminds of nakedness, flesh, eroticism of nature hardly recognised. Looking at the gum I think of the last time we made love on your old milk crate bed wearing a pork pie hat quoting Patti Smith while I told you about the light […]
The Way
When I was growing up in the west you always knew where you came from by smell. Crossing the Maribyong river, either leaving or returning to city or home, it was the stench of the tannery that curled your hair with horror. You had to hold your breath otherwise you might vomit your last meal […]
I’ll be back soon
He was eighty years old and more. He loved a whiskey , Harry Potter , and ‘Dancing with the stars ‘. As a priest he was known as the patriarch of our valley. And he gave the best mass even if there was just one person in front of him. I lived at a place […]
A story
The retreat began the day after Christmas, it was cold and wet and the day before I had just pigged out on turkey, ham, potatoes, plum sauce, pudding and wine. This was how it was back then. Every Christmas you had to tell a story. Mine was of a time after my mother died. Lonely […]
Ahab
I cannot say I loved my father . Anger and hate often choked my heart with rage yet I admired his will to live. His courage in adversity was awe-inspiring living with cancer day after day for years. And I know somewhere in the depths of my soul darkened by too many nights without stars […]
God is an empty chair
She was speaking about some ritual. I decided to paint the word HOUSE. It glowed in the white light. My brother was there and I thought all this would be mine , the house , the valley, the lot. Sitting at a table was him. He was dressed in white. He was speaking to someone […]
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