All words are made-up – invention turning into convention. The rules don’t change – only the ways they’re broken. All worlds are made up – intention turning into bone of contention. The rules don’t change – only the ways they’re broken. Some lines from some poems you were spared. . . never said fall for…
Hard won truth No. 1 We can fight without winning But we can’t win without fighting. The world is no less & no more than the sum of its habits. It is in every sense in-HABIT-ed & we are just the latest in-HABIT-ants to crawl across its surface. Everything & nothing we do is done…
The wind in the tree is not the same thing as the tree in the wind. One begins where the other bends. In ancient times – when people knew rite from wrong – philosophy was not for those with a love of knowledge. Philosophy was for those with a knowledge of love.
I forget what it was for now only that I had to have it near I’m not sure if that’s still so but if it’s likely to be important I wouldn’t want to let it go
How deeply we delve, delude ourselves. These are rock-pools nothing more. And we know nothing yet.
Protoplasmic assemblages sensitive to cosmos and her harmonics – we set ourselves on edge.
Food for fungus . . . you, me and the mighty redwood tree. Food for thought . . . the mighty redwood tree and you. Food for the cannibal’s pot . . . me!