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Time The Changeling

Published on November 6, 2025

What has been need not always be what is.

There is a sense of time that must erase the world that is what was and built the now.

Against such force, what armed and booted thugs can stand and keep their sense of distance from the truth?

What is and always seems to be the stone against which endless, mindless flint is drawn?

The world may still endure the flames and from the morning’s ashes rise a phoenix.

What will be must evolve from what it is.

There is no secret alchemy of fire to draw out from a well of empty space the light that has no heritage of dark.

06 NOV 2025

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Sense of Loss: sedoka

Published on July 2, 2025

How does this thing work,
living without much thinking
outside your own box?

What a little world
that makes the whole of your life,
with just your own mess.

How does that make sense,
with so much beauty outside,
just past your front door?

What a sad living
you make, trapped with just yourself
and no sense of loss.

02 Jul 2025

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The Echo Cages: rubai

Published on June 27, 2025

You can twist and turn them round
and then pretend they are profound,
but words are just like prison bars
constructing cages out of sound

we carry with us, though we are
fine specks of dust from the small stars
flung out and free in space and time.
We dare not travel quite that far.

We seek the edges, so we climb
until no longer in our prime,
and then, collapse back into sleep,
almost like death, but more sublime.

We use our words to laugh and weep,
and waste them, thinking they are cheap.
By this illusion we are bound,
just echoes in a boundless deep.

27 Jun 2025

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On Map-Making: waka

Published on June 10, 2025

If you take an inch
when offered only a mile,
how far have you gone
beyond the wide map’s edges,
where no length is yet measured?

What good is a ruler
past the end of the known world,
where one nothing looks
so much like the next something
that both have no start or end?

Would all your spare change
gathered and stacked together,
sorted by value,
be enough to help you evolve
or just buy a stale gumball?

If you take an inch
from one side of the wide world
and add it, carefully,
to the far end’s distant edge,
is your map any bigger?

10 Jun 2025

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The Snow Breathes: choka

Published on June 10, 2025

Your first breath at dawn
is not the same as the next;
light and air seep in.
How does the eye gain focus?
All illusion is chaos.

The first thing you see
when you choose to close your eyes
is an exhaled breath.
How do you know it is there?
Each summer follows a spring.

A first impression
lasts longer than the last one;
time is relative.
How do you keep it captive?
Once snow melts, it is water.

10 Jun 2025

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There is no practice, way, or path,
No future place, no lingering past,
Nothing is real, and nothing dream;
Everything that is, just seems,
and is connected but still free
to think with selfish vanity
That by itself it came to be.

What folly, to imagine this
and seek elsewhere for endless bliss
That is already here and now
Without your discipline or vow.
Each breath you take is sacred space
Transcending time, and self, and place.
You are already where it’s at,
And gone beyond. Imagine that!

24 AUG 2024

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Not So Empty: waka

Published on June 16, 2024

Emptiness is form;
nothing has nothing in it,
like air in a jar.
Saying the jar owns that air
is a foolish way to think.

Form is emptiness;
nothing has something to it
that is not alone.
Thinking one jar’s empty space
stops at its rim is silly.

16 JUN 2024

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Tag: space

Time The Changeling

Sense of Loss: sedoka

The Echo Cages: rubai

On Map-Making: waka

The Snow Breathes: choka

The Heart Sutra

Not So Empty: waka