Tag: poetry
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The girl in my dream.
The girl in my dreamwith her red leather sandalsand bespoke, hand-boundjournaltells methe thing she fears mostis that I will wake up. The accepted view of mainstream science is that our sense of self originates somewhere inside our brain. That our consciousness is an epiphenomenon (or result) of the neural activity within our brain. However, to…
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Buddha beak
Sitting at dawn. A magpie calldeepens the silence. Most days I am meditating around six-thirty am. At this time our local magpies are warming up to their morning carolling. I usually open the window to welcome in the song. It does not disturb me. Somehow it only serves to enhance the silence of my sitting.…
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Summer nights
Summer nights.my sweet big assspins me asleep There is nothing worse than tossing and turning and trying to get to sleep all tangled up in sweaty summer sheets. When staying at Kelly’s sister’s house we always admired the large ceiling fans they use and last year we purchased a couple from a company called big…
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Pigeon English
without a thoughtthe bird and Ireturn home. I was sitting outside reading, when there was a sudden dramatic kerfuffle in a nearby bush. Out popped a tiny baby Crested Pigeon (Ocyphaps lophotes).Followed closely by a large black currawong locked-on for the kill. Now, despite them being a native bird to Australia, I am not a…
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