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the blossom came early, dressed in white finery
even though the nights are still so cold
that the stars fall from the heavens
and lie shattered and sparkling on the morning grass

recognising once more its immemorial springtime lover
the wind’s tender arms embrace the blossom’s slender form
and hold it in timeless motion, in passion.

i drink a cup of rich warming red wine
to stave off the sharp taste of winter
and spin, giddy as a silent celluloid heroine
dancing alongside the blossom and the wind
till I fall, and lie still on the grass
the world itself whirling now in the endless dance

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“No boughs have withered because of the wintry wind;
The boughs have withered because I have told them my dreams.”

William Butler Yeats

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Ignore the buddha

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Ignore the buddha.
Kill the path.
It’s fun to surprise things.

🙂

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the 6am beach is empty
but for me, standing there solitary
always outland looking in
and i cannot see me, so…
the 6am beach is empty

maybe it is lonely, if
for a moment i stop to care, but ~~>
i have fun wet knees, and ~~>
what might draw me in
never holds me

so…

i slip like sand
through heedless fingers
back to the beach.
which is empty.
at 6am.

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Underclocker Obscura :: Other :: 14




One day in late March the little known zen monk Bob was walking wisely the streets of New York.

He stopped at the corner of Pitchfork and Bamberdoogle, pondered for a moment the ineffable nature of myriad things, the interconnectedness of it all, and came to the realisation that he was a bit peckish.

So he hastened to a nearby hot dog seller and said…

(wait for it….)

(keep waiting…)

(it’s worth it…)

(even thought you’ve heard it before…)

(everyone has…)

“Make me one with everything”

This the retailer of hot dogs did, and handed the resultant meal to the monk.

Bob, being wise in the ways of the capitalist economic system of purchasing transactions, then handed over a $10 bill in payment.

The hot dog vendor took this, put it in the drawer he kept just for this very purpose, and went on to serve the next customer.

This bemused the Monk somewhat, as it was not typical of his experience of said transactions, in order to clarify he asked,

“I handed you a $10 bill in payment for a $3.40 hotdog, surely it is more normally the nature of these things that you should now hand me $6.60 in change, give me a cheery smile. Then, and only then, go on to serve the next customer?”

The hotog vendor paused in his task, looked up and said,


(this bit you may not have heard before)

(it also is worth waiting for though)

(I far prefer it to the original shorter version 🙂

“Ah Bob my monkly friend, have you not yet learned…”

“Change must come from within”

“Oh, and don’t call me Shirley!”

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Underclocker Obscura :: Other :: 13



(a path once taken.
the view from a hill.
seated companions –
calm and surreal.)

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Summertime time time time time

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Summertime time time time time.. and the living is easy…

Picture if you will, a kitchen window set in plain sandy cream walls, through it can be seen blue sky caught in the bright dark green foliage of a young oak tree.

The leaves of the oak sussurate gently in the light summer breeze, the light is delicate and golden …not hot yet… but with the gentle cool warmth of morning that fortells the later heat of the day.

There is a park across the way, it can’t be seen from the window, but there are children playing there already, their play thrilled voices made mellow by distance …sounding almost now like mellifluously burbling water flowing clear and scintillating over rocks from a high mountain spring.

There is a slight refreshing chill to the room, shadows from the oak cast by the low morning sun play on the unadorned wall to left of the of the one window rests in.

Dust motes dance and firefly in the air between.

A refrigerator sits open toward the end of the wall, completely empty but for a single cucumber. The yellow sunlight makes the green of its skin and pale inner flesh seem slightly luminous, about perhaps one third has previously been sliced away and eaten.

The rest remains there, cool and calming, sun and shadow playing on it to the music of leaves and distant children.

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between light and shadow,
is there a point,
where there is neither?

pristine emptiness.
no comfort.
no fear.
no thing.

it was once said
(by whome I can’t remember)
that magic is possible
you just have to stop believing
: ABSOLUTELY :
that is isn’t.

which is tricky 🙂

but doable.

eyes closed
let go
of
: EVERYTHING :
and
(fall)
let the North wind catch you

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The seamstress and the stars

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The seamstress and the stars.

“Come hither dear daughter”,
said the seamstress to her child,
“It’s been so long?
Is something wrong?
Do you care for me no more?”.

“Oh mother! mother! I care for you,
this very well you know;
but I just can’t take your constant clinging,
I have a life to live now of my own.”

“Is it something I’ve said?
Or something I’ve done?
I raised you you know,
you are mine!”

“you raised me perhaps”,
the daughter replied,
“but you were not there when I really needed,
my speech may be hot, and furiously worded,
but the anger is pain in my eyes”

“my child, could you say that again?
I missed what you said there.
Your auntie is coming over later,
won’t that be nice?
She’s bringing your uncle as well,
he’s almost recovered from the hip operation.
Did you remember to get me the mushrooms from the store.
On your way over?”

“Mother…” (said softly, sadly)

“Yes? do you have them the…”

But the daughter was gone,
only the stars looked on,
lighting the path she had taken to heaven.

In a moment of final clarity,
the chattering demons in abeyance.
For once.
She held up her hands and beseached:

“Oh stars, where were you when I was the daughter?”

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