I prayed to understand

and marketing these…As you pull open the worn and squeaky doorthere’s a strange moment of apprehension as ifyou’re not sure what will greet you – a fullnessor an emptiness; a football-stadium roaror a silence; an earfull of praise ora mindfull of questions…but the first step inside, and a silent gasp –it’s bigger inside than outside…and…

there’s poetry,introducing one to the otherfor the first time; giving themnew names; sometimes seemingolder than both.

But no – it’s rich in questions;and not all of themabout Me.

what may I give to you,ask of me what you mayI said to My Beloved,O my dearest one,give me whatevermay bring You closer to mebring me closer to YouMy Beloved saidTell me O my dearest onethat I may give you thatwhich brings Me closer to youI said to My BelovedSend me pain and sufferingfor when…

It’s no Forest Lawns, Pere Lachaise, but greatfor passing trade, of all peculiar sorts – aconstant stream of cyclists,rollerskaters, boardies, headphoned joggers, evensnowboards briefly – tourists,lovers, quaintly; and all, as inJohn Donne’s verse or Stanley Spencer’s paintings,shoulderbone to shoulderbonedesperately calling for our attentionto that which we least wish toattend to right now, while there isa…

hastens first in two directions: polar opposites,and then and thus, duality..then, within these mighty parameters,all that we call our mind –all our imagination, and its limits self-imposed,all the great adventure of our human thought –watchmaker’s intricacy, tumble-dryer, roller-coaster,battleground of warring factions –all that we call our mind..and thus from time to time, one concept which…