where tears meet laughter

sometimes an arrow, sometimes blown blossoms,misplaced seeds..How can we of the Western worldimagine what it’s like to speak a tongue,as Persians, Hebrews, Aramaics, Arabsare so blessed that they possess –where words remember that they come from Onewhose word is law, whose word is love;so words are true at every level of understanding:say ‘name’ or ‘kingdom’;…

cor stone the crows!as we used to say in the dayswhen we could distinguish a crow from a lyre-bird…blimey, knock me dahn wiv a fev-ver!now if they called itThe National Bribery Competitionit might liven things upand reconnect politicians withtruth

a memory; but could it really live its life within the mind,graze undisturbed, at ease, at home,and glance the grave, sweet meaning in its eyes,when there’s so much of else that fills the world, the mind, outside?Those who first saw it first, were content to be, just gaze,attention focussed as its heavenly horn marks head…

the gods are counting.

as you like it: you glance intothe banqueting hall, the chandeliersparkles above the laden, enticing table;there’s the scent of perfectionthen the lights go out.Worse, there’s a notein the butler’s pantry:gone elsewhere; you’re in charge.No notice given, not a hint; it wasall going so well.. where’sthe fuse box? Candles?Torches?You remember, what they saidbut it didn’t mean…

call it what you will –language is generous;maybe it starts with, every birthday,a fleeting touch of all this;it could spread, every morningan acknowledgement that lovewakes each morning with youin the bed, in the air,in the sunlight;you could become as a Buddhistand each breath would belike that; the Compassionate Onesaying, yes, that’s how it is, this…