Wednesday, 11 January 2012

Light in evolution ..... fires
devolving stories
memories evolving
the now

Playing the part

They never pass,
 the things we eat daily,
 they sing like the men in the fire.(EC)

Every thing gets more meaningful from year to year:
 the aging man will drown in meanings.

In a fog, shapes are like words. 
Anyone coming along in the fog excites me like a new word.

Monday, 2 January 2012


The wheels of time in the stillness…………

To take off one’s old clothes.
 To remember, yes.
But not in the old clothes

The grateful dead......