Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay. With thanks. He could kill me this time. Before the blow that never comes, I leave. In the no-man’s land between now, and the awareness of now, I withdraw from my body. From the feet upwards, until I exit, like breath, from the back of my head. A gossamer …
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Interstices
I find myself in the gaps between words. In the interstices, where awareness flows unfettered by meaning and paints a world that does not fit neatly into the dictionary. I cannot shoehorn all of myself into ways of being that end in a full stop. My sense of self stretches beyond this physical body and …
“I lost a world the other day…”
I remember… I remember… I remember an inn Miranda and a highwayman who came knocking at its door, under a new moon shining wi’ the twinkle, twinkle little stars that looked down on a land where the Jumblies sold sealing wax and cabbages and kings asked queens, who asked the little serving maid, not to …
The shape of life
We are a being seeking shape. The energy of the world – or the shape created by all our interacting energies, can force shape on us by defining the space in which we can exist. If we are passive, we will be conforming in nature, shaped by outside forces. But if the shape allowed, differs …
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