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Major Major Major Major Mage

MAJOR MAJOR MAJOR MAJOR* MAGE

Mage
Image
Imagination
Magic

To change
That way
We view
Anything

(Apparently)

Changes
That thing
Itself
Including too

(Apparently)

That Whoever who ever
Dreamt
Of that viewing
Or that dreaming it

(Pause frame)

Let us go then explore
What Whoever
Inserted that doubt
That gave rise to

All these apparencies

Da capo
Ad infintum
Da capo
Ad infintum

(Apparently)

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*Major Major is a fictional character in Joseph Heller’s novel Catch-22.(https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Major_Major_Major_Major)

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Honesty

HONESTY

Revealing the fears
Hidden behind little lies
The first step forward

Flowers

FLOWERS

Flowers I love for
They leave me be

So sing me to sleep then
Then sing me awake again
O sing me to death and back

Before sheepishly I cry wolf
Both before and then after
Bayed, bays, bays and shall bay

“Have you splayed and displayed?”*

Lately lapsed warden strayed
Way far beyond the garden fence
Among the shadows in the wood
Took an unexpected turning
Somewhere down the line

Washed up hereabouts drowning
Within my own drying bones
While the near by is far awry

Empty of troths
Truths opinions
Until one lone day
Alone no more
No less

Retired to lick my wounds

Noli me tangere
No mean danger
No bedroom headroom

Collidoscope† collapsing
Time to fight my own fight
Overstand the web of soul

For flowers I love for
They leave me be

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* “For those of you who live elsewhere “Have you paid and displayed?” is a common sign in English car parks, referring to purchasing a ticket from a machine on arrival that needs sticking on your windscreen to cover a specific time period.” (https://365project.org/casablanca/365/2017-06-03)

† Apart for the obvious wordplay please visit and digest http://collidoscopeberlin.com and http://collidoscope.io. Thank you.

Quote Of The Day

“When the eye is unobstructed, the result is sight. When the ear is unobstructed, the result is hearing. When the mind is unobstructed the result is truth. When the heart is unobstructed, the result is joy and love.” – Anthony De Mello.

The Eyes Have It

Take a look around you. Now cover your right eye and look carefully at the scene or some specific object. Then cover your left eye and look carefully at it. You will notice that it appears a little different each time, though you may need to switch back and forth a few times before you appreciate this fully. It is apparent that what anything “is” depends on the point of view, and it makes no sense to assert that any particular view is “THE ONE AND ONLY TRUTH”.

If this is the case when we consider the two eyes in a single head, think what this implies when we start to consider all the eyes in all the different heads there are.

Of course some folk only have one eye, and some folk have poor sight or else their vision is distorted in some way, while other folk are completely blind. It would be foolish, surely, to argue with them about the “Truth”. Perhaps an approach to the question with a little more understanding and compassion might be appropriate.

The Big Choice

THE BIG CHOICE

Time to realise
that fundamental question
your inner voice asks
will never be “Yes or no?”
But rather “Now or later?”

Making Art

MAKING ART

Everything breathes
As if but as a fiction
As is even a notion of time

For all this roaring
This Trumpetting horrorscope
Is in Truth both quite illusory
And also long long past
Long fixed in sticky time while

Fixed as the Mona Lisa
I step back to reflect
Or else lose myself

In my imaginings
Of the meaning
Of her smile while
While death creeps
On tiptoes nearer

Poets

POETS

We’re not here to procreate
(Opposite directions)
Smile, wave as we pass
Speak our truth and be gone

Lodestar

LODESTAR

It’s not just out there that there’s weather
There’s changeable weather here inside too
Heard tell they’re one and the same anyway
Beneath this sogenannten inside/outside slop
In which case all bets’re off or else ill judged
N this moment’s snap’s not the last’s or next’s
N any original thought’s worth no more than
What pads out a thousand mindless quotings

Quicksand

QUICKSAND

We know so little
While imagining so much
And calling it truth

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