Month: February 2017

A laughing heart

Originally posted on The Silent Eye:
Sent to me by Obi, a friend and Companion of the Silent Eye: “Let me Sue, tell you a traditional story on happiness from my people the Igbo of South east Nigeria as an example of how happiness can make one unable to do anything effectively. A young man after the traditional marriage formalities took home his wife,…

Fragments of perception

Originally posted on The Silent Eye:
Fragments of night rise from the road, scattering flecks of dawn on ebony wings. I watch the sun gild a horizon veiled in mist and see the earth blush at its touch. The morning song of birds drowns the sound of the engine as I drive through a green land that is waking to spring. It is only…

Agents of the Deluge

  I should have known, I tell myself – as the torrential rain comes at me sideways and immediately drenches my black corduroy trousers, that it was going to be one of those days. Note to self: cords and heavy rain do not a happy camper make… Not that I’m camping. It’s a normal, February, Saturday morning in South Lakeland and the rain has … Read More Agents of the Deluge

The Devil’s Arse

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
Queen Victoria may not have been amused by the local name for the cavern, but it seems a perfect description of the place in many ways. The vast cave mouth is the largest of its kind in Britain and is the entrance to a subterranean labyrinth of caves and passageways that snake deep beneath the limestone…

The Holes in the Boat -#Silenti

I remember my first journey into the world of being conscious of identification. I had been particularly struck by its description in the book In Search of the Miraculous by P D Ouspensky – considered to be one of the key works in the exposition of Gurdjieff’s ‘4th Way’; a path of psychological and spiritual self-exploration that caused great interest in the first half of the … Read More The Holes in the Boat -#Silenti

Keys to the House of Don…

Originally posted on Stuart France:
* …”I do have my reputation as an I.M.O.M to consider.” “An I.M.O.M?” “An International Man of Mystery. And there, if you only knew it, is the first key.” “Which is?” Don reaches ‘blind’ behind his head and extracts from the mahogany bookcase a slim, yellow covered, paperback. He opens the book and starts to read… ‘The key to…

Unremarked, now…

Unremarked, now, I was the way Beneath which water flowed Too deep for market’s harvest Too deep for children’s naked feet Too deep to be the path ❊ Unremarked, now, the truth That ancient numbers wrought In circle-cousins’ arc Would span the deep And bring the bridging way ❊ And did, reflecting here That only dense and sheer resistance Of those dark materials Harvests … Read More Unremarked, now…

The Big-Bold-Blue of Beyond…

Grand designs

Originally posted on The Silent Eye:
No matter how I tried, the damaged camera would not focus on the tiny pyramid… which was a shame, because its structure was incredible. It is nothing unusual, just a crystal of sea-salt, but the precision with which it was formed for some reason struck me as mind-blowing. It is a thing of beauty. Each line and angle…

In memory

Originally posted on The Silent Eye:
There are some people who just light up a room, very quietly and without seeming to do more than simply be there. When you have met them, they do not slip from memory but leave behind a trace of beauty  that adds its grace to your own life, changing it for the better, in some indefinable way . I…

Knight rising

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
Painting: “Alone” by artist Benjamin Prewitt * The night is cold, and empty. Only oblivion beckons, Only dreaming. No-one whispers there or speaks a name Into the darkness. The moon is full tonight Smiling down on lovers. Lightly veiled, Silvered curves of skin Entwined in tenderness. Yet here she casts but shadows, Phantom presence Mirroring a…

Temporarily immortal

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