I saw something white in the bushes

you’re not surprised?if I were allnessI might want to keep it to myselfbut this allness is smilingit must see itself in eachnessnow that’s really something

of every English class: to con the cons;sharpens the mind, too –those words that cloak deceit,prevarication, ignorance,evade the point of a discussion,evade answering the vital question and questioner,simplify the complex,complicate the simple…‘the real point is..’say they, switching the agendato the home ground of their local thought,‘more to the point is…’‘more importantly…’ (that’s smart..)said quickly (that’s…

Some men argue all their lifeagainst free willYou argue with yourself all your lifeabout predestination and about free willWise men say that God is to be foundwhere opposites meet and are resolvedBetween predestination and free willis to be found belief.

better far, with metaphor they banish vanish’d rhyme;and curse all verse banal or worse: their aim, the same -sublime.

its subject, it’s subject to circumstancesbeyond its own control. But this is no pupil’s homageto the master; quite the contrary. He’s telling ussomething very clearly – but, he’s just not telling us exactlywhat he’s telling us – as might a living artist tellfor a curator’s fussy footnote; all the ‘program’;it’s art, you have to look…So…

or place, or space, within the eager heartwhere All, or One, may hide – or may await?So where to find first clue; or some frayed endof golden thread that leads to golden light?Not in the wrinkled brow… but in the simplest thingsthe greatest secrets wait, as we are told;in the magic land that’s called Between:Between…