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DORSET JOURNEY 2013 : 3 - @ "THE BOOT" - KH. & BH. - boots above, below and under the table - April 25th.

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* OLD QUESTION (for Fee) Why has life put such a need to talk inside us, when there is nobody to talk to? * from IN. ON. OR ABOUT THE PREMISES/ Paul Blackburn * *  

DORSET JOURNEY 2013 : 2 - @ "THE BOOT" - KH. & BH. once again - just for the hell of it - April 22nd.

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"Sitting has nothing to do with it." - KH. quoting SUZUKI ROSHI while drinking Cyder @ Golden GOJI Hermitage. * 

DORSET JOURNEY 2013 : 1 - @ "THE BOOT" - KH. & BH. toast Kenneth Trimble - Barking mad in Melbourne and Weymouth - April 19th.

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FAITH IN THE ROAD...ABBOTSBURY...

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Walking to the bus-stop in Abbotsbury, these golden road-markings really caught my attention. Hovering on the kerb, i kept out of the way of traffic on the narrow street. i had to hurry, or miss the 3.45pm X53 bus back to Weymouth. i needn't have worried - it never came. Instead i spent 2 hours, waiting for the next bus, talking to Terry and Joe from Arkansas, in the light rainfall. The 3 of us were baby-boomers, and i guess about the same age give-or-take a couple of years. It turned into a conversation of synchronicities.Eg...i mentioned my younger brother Robin, lives in Braintree, and Joe said he lived there when he was 8 years old. He also lived in Madison, Wisconsin, and i had connection with old amigo Michael Tarachow of Pentagram Press from there. Terry told me she was exhibiting photographer - her speciality being "on the road" photos, like mine...she loved those i'd just taken, above. And there was the yoga, the poetry etc., etc.,...We talked away the 2 hou…

ELEVEN FOTOS ON LEAVING "SLADER'S YARD"

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Songs don't do it for me... and good words are hard to come by tonight... Sitting in new, marble-washed jeans, i'd be happier, i know, in my own skin. White plum blossom is subdued to silhouettes in fading light and i am distracted by a photo of a spry Nanao Sasaki...padmasana in just a pair of shorts, singing with amigos...Suwanose Island, 1967...And it is now hard to muster applause for those english folk-revivalists as i sit, quietly looking into Nanao's eyes...trying to catch a glint of how it is to live on this planet earth...2013....... i will collect poems and keep right-on to the end of the road.... Aah...it'll be bryter later...just you wait and see..bluebirds, plum blossoms and all....(8pm...Golden GOJI Hermitage.)

"LANGUAGE IS A DEVICE TO TAKE THE MYSTERY OUT OF BEING." Anon.

1.
winter's pale notes
occupy my contemplations

2.
tranquil moments
caressed with kindness

3.
silence
no conversations
express the mystery

4.
reverie
allows daydream
in clear light

5.
eyes beckon lips
imprint a smile

6.
primitive hands
put together
kindness savoured

7.
possessed by beauty
complete beatitude

8.
morning light
it hurts
to look

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31st December 2011/2nd April 2013
Golden GOJI Hermitage

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for SOSHIN

Ruminating on Ryokan
or the Great Matter
Boiling a kettle
but not for tea
Apples growing
outside my window
It's so good
to be writing
to you again
Tell me about
the Three Wheels Temple
Tell me
where you are.
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June 1999/April 2013.
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HERMIT DAYDREAMS

(1)
W/OUT WORDS
SMALL LIGHTS
LEAD THE WAY

(2)
QUIET STEPS
IMMENSE INTERVALS
ON STAIRS

(3)
SPRING NIGHT
CONSIDERING
BIRDSONG & RAIN

(4)
MOMENT BY MOMENT
EXCURSIONS INTO
THE NIGHT SKY

(5)
HERMIT DAYDREAMS
NOT LOOKING
NOT LISTENING

(6)
ONLY GOD COULD
STOP THESE THOUGHTS
STOP THIS MUSIC

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(Golden GOJI Hermitage / APRIL 2012/APRIL 2013
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