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Mary Mary Magdalene,what do all those stories mean?Mary, Mary, is it true,Jesus had a thing for you?Mary, Mary – He lay with you?Mary, Mary, tell me..

Now promise you won’t tell anyone(though what’s the fun of having a secretif you can’t tell anyone? …)Mariah Careywas never a member of theMickey..

the singing in the living, listening hearttells love in whispers; and the heart is alwayslistening; for that heart is always bliss; allhearts in all..

Oh I am so fortunate.In the past and in the present.We fell in love, and lovedand it was totaland unexpectedand revelatoryand unique, of courseand..

The eyes, it's said, are windows of the soul;and when I see your eyes so sparkling bright,I see there beauty, truth and goodness; allas one; the..

Dearest T…,Great to hear from you!I’m glad the hospital didn’t confiscateyour mobile and your laptopthis time…but – what can I say?I’m sorry to hear..

Love is difficultuntil it’s easy..How to write of this,unless, until, we’re like him.. old and wise andblind with reading and austerity,speaking of..

Who today would praiseconsciousness itself,which brings new life and thoughtevery morning, openingour minds a little more,making the light seem..

When he first clapped eyes on heryou could have heard the clappingin the next ballroom.Then his eyes danced.They disengaged themselves gracefullyas..

It was one of so many; an armyof greenness; anonymous footsoldierin the cause of nature’s greater good.It was tree.First, as summer lingered into..

The book sags open on my lapas I cease reading, stare into blind space,gaze into a history that answers not;lost in the troubles of an ancient..

Lakshmi, in her silken veilof modesty, walks unrecognised,free as birds are free, around our world…veiled in stillness; her lovely armsbestowing..

There are things which we all knowbut pretend we don’tas we watch them with amusement wriggling publiclyout of their public bonds..1) You can always..

Joygets a bad pressfrom poets and divines –it’s fleeting, can’tbe trusted, bringsa downside;better far they sayis bliss: quiet, indifferent,that is..

John of FordeKneeling there, the candles living flamein the darkened abbey, brother monksstill and silent at the golden altar rail,kneeling there..

What I say and what I writemay seem to you – may seem to me –as foolishness and folly; forI talk of boundless things, and of infinity;which by their..

Plash…keesh… plash…keeshthe waves throw themselvesonto the pebbly beach,but as if they regret their own angry generosity,pull back a sieved undertow..

I said to the stone,What time is it?The stone was silent.I said to the eagle,What day is it?The eagle looked fiercely at me,Then turned its head..

From my extended family,the indignant cry rings out –‘It’s joost not FURR! ’…Whingers all? Ah – but listento the sound behind those words…this is not..

Well, you’d expect them to hate each other,since it’s the nature of the beastand deep down they hateall human beings, and hate themselves…those who..

Maybe there really is ‘somewhere else’.Maybe there isn’t.Travel agents tell me there is.They even suggest that I’ll be someone differentwhile I’m..

Simile – what looks like something else –that’s a fun game for the senses,for the mind: oh look Dad,there’s a scarecrow in that fieldthat looks just..

Isn’t it a windy day?The wind gets everywhere,loves especially to have fun,enjoys rattling loose doors as if it would come in,to become a quiet..

This mirror.She has stood in front of it for many minutes;this; that;finally asked the mirror silentlyits opinion.The mirror agreed with the..

War?Far harder than the battles of menis the battle to surrenderto that which was therebefore all battles.