"ABBOT" PRESIDES OVER MOON FEAST - 7 to 9pm

Looking out-front over Goldcroft rooves opposite, as moon rises in sky over Radipole, i'm  eating carrot & chilli koftas in the dark with Heinz Tomato Ketchup...having already drunk  a beautiful, rosypink, Dorset cyder-moment with poet-bro' from Oz...

 



 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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YOU MAY BURY "ABBOT'S" HEART HERE...

 K.H. HEADING FOR ST. CATHERINE'S

APPROACHING "KISSING GATE"

"MAY ALL BEINGS ON THIS EARTH..."

 

 

K.H., THE TIMES & HOBGOBLIN @ ILCHESTER ARMS



IT'S SO SUBLIME

DRINKING THE EVIDENCE !!!

Calligraphy card (above) found in St.Nicholas's Church. And there was some of that "Deep peace" as i sat in pew just before K.H. and i caught bus back to Weymouth -
Peace and Silence.
Christian and Buddhist (?)
Meditation and Dialogue.
We are united in all but things of negligible importance.
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Abbotsbury easily a second home for me...just 25 minutes away by bus for : St.Catherine's, The Ilchester, The Dansel &
St. Nicholas's Church.

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PS. On another day, maybe The Garden of Eve or The Sub-Tropical Gardens...but always St.Nicholas's Church, i think.

 

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IN HARDY COUNTRY

IN HARDY COUNTRY

 

 

HEART'S

AT EASE

SINGS & HUMS

FIRST TIME

SINCE CHILDHOOD

TALKS

WITH THE ANCESTORS

SAYS

AS WAS SAID BEFORE -

I AM HERE

&

WILL FOLLOW -

LANE   RIVER   & BIRDCALL

MERRILY

BRIGHTLY

ENDLESSLY

ALONG THE WAY

 

(27/28 FEBRUARY 2011)

 

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PROBABLY 50 SHADES OF GREY

FROM A MOUNTAIN_BIKE...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

...ON WEYMOUTH SANDS.

 

 

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WE DROVE ALL NIGHT...TO GET TO YOU...for KH.

Weymouth to Heathrow, to pick-up the bruv, arriving once again, from Down Under...remembering Roy Orbison and Cyndi Lauper... we were singing, my sister and i, in her litte boy-racer car...leaving home smack on mid-night...my first ever trip to an airport - (suddenly Tracy Chapman is singing "Fast Car") - i should get out more...too many internal flights  these past 64 years...must moreso be a "figure of outward"...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



 

 

 

 

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(06.30hrs 17.09.2012)

 

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BOARDING A BUS BOUND FOR BRIDPORT

 

 

Olympic flags flapping in cool breeze on Esplanade.

Birds about, as bin-men clear garbage - Friday morning.

Two bananas and bottle of mineral water in bag, together with Gary Snyder book, to browse if needs be, on the bus.

It is grey - not the colour of an Indian Summer - but beautiful like Korean Zen monks i've seen, with soft-grey-slippered- feet - young; shaven-headed; androgynous.

Rain threatens.

 

 

The passenger ahead of me in queue, ruefully remarks that, it looks like it'll rain. I hope so, i laugh. i love the rain. i love summer rain. And he is happy to agree, it seems, as we board the bus.

 

 

Just a sprinkling of passengers.

I'm pleased the young, japanese tourist gets the seat at front- upstairs, for a panoramic view.

I get my favourite spot, behind the top of the stairs - lots of space around me.

The clouds and sky seem lighter...higher. Will the morning break into blue ?...as we leave...Weymouth...

 

 

 

BAH ! Should have brought poetry not Essays - ("Back on the Fire"). But i flick thru to some haiku Mr. Snyder has quoted and they set me aglow.

 

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PARAPHRASING SOME HAIKU

QUOTED BY GARY SNYDER

ON A BUS TO BRIDPORT

 

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BETWEEN STOPS

GREEN FIELDS WITH PYLONS

IN THE MIST.

 

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DESPITE RAIN AND MIDGE SPATTER

CAMERAS AT THE READY

JAPANESE GIRL AND I.

 

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BUSES ARE USEFUL

CRISS-CROSSING COUNTY  

TO ALL COMPASS POINTS.

 

 



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P.S. Had a terrific day at Chapel-in-the-Garden - the whole point of the outing. Happy to be squeezed into place there....

 

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