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The lazy cuckoodies after eight thousand calls -the gods are counting.

Thanks to the hundreds of you who dailyare so eager to enhance my lifeand that of my partnerwith pills and extensionsgiving night-long passion -now..

If he really wants to win this titlehe’s got to really work at it in this race:is he hungry enough?this is what all those years of traininghave been..

How strange it is – and yet, why should it be? –that all things seem to live most unawareof that which gives them life itself to live;so see the All..

This tiny motheating the jacket I no longer wearis my teacher in the Tao

I wrote a poem on the windwith raindrops in my handand heard a forest sigh in painin Amazon's deep land.

The tiny white violets from the fieldlimp and sad in the cut-glass vase -good luck or bad luck?

He looks out at you from the photographor rather, doesn’t: eyes wide but blank,thick lenses would place your imagein a plane you don’t inhabit;like a..

In the days (and whodare count them?) beforeThe First Day of Creation (Official)God spent some time (thoughof course, to Him, timeless..)allowing for..

‘As the sun that shines through glass,so Jesus in his mother was; ’as a babe in cot be laid,so was He in Mary made;as ripe fruit in basket laden,so..

So many bees, who know so muchthat only bees can tell,gave their life’s devotionto this single source of light;silent whisper for your attentionto..

‘I’m very busy at the moment; butI’ll look forward to reading your messagewhen I have more time…’yeah yeah…oh you ‘busy’ ones –I’m on to you…tell me..

Look at it this way for a moment,if it please you:those horoscopes (Dadcalled them ‘horror-scopes’)which we may read with mingledemotions, hopes..

Friends, in the name of God,dig my grave just behind the pubnext to the sewer pipe;so I might hear in the morningthe casks delivered in the yardand..

There are those who, forthe deepest reasons even they forget,offer themselves upon the altarof the three afflictions:body, mind and heart:..

First, I gave up asking, Why?for I was never told the truth;now I live in whylessness;then I gave up asking, How?for they said, best find out for..

If you think it would be fun to be famous,sit in for me for a day. And be cured.Fame...builds you upthen drains you.‘Celebrity’ – the very wordhas..

‘The camera does not lie’;yet the truth rests in yourself..Here’s this photo of one, saidby those who know, to be a saint;(no one to say smile now..

Don’t be half-hearted about this –be clay.You know all about clay –be clay.Humble, submissive, reverent –awaiting the Potter’s hands.Enjoy that..

The universe, a single act of love,it’s said; and ever so, then, must remain;is never other; has no place for hate,save in the minds and hearts of..

Were I a maple,people would flock to see meradiant in old age.

Our 'Aunt' Jess died just days ago; her partner phoned last night;the funeral was private, perhaps for reasons whichwe now might guess; a village can..

They never teach you this at school;they'll try to teach you reading, writing, 'rithmeticin their own instructed ways;but now, if anyone suggested..

‘Cell-phone and sell’ is the new money-maker;‘taking offence’ vicariously is the new morality…switch on your mobile if you’re nearany ‘celebrity’ –..

This bright, silent moonshines on me and alsoSerbia; Iraq..