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March 1981Love is when I am concerned with your relationship with your own life, rather than with your relationship to mine. . . . There must be a commitment to each other’s well-being. Most people who say they have a commitment don’t; they have an attachment. Commitment means, “I am going to stick with you and support your experience of well-being.” Attachment means, “I am stuck without you.”
You Must Go Home Again
By home I mean the idea of re-inhabitation — an awareness of and loyalty to sense of place, and literally to a particular place. A place in Nature. A place of geography where one’s heart and inner machinery are filled with the silences of reality, and are at peace.
February 1981Sunbeams
February 1981We have to stumble through so much dirt and humbug before we reach home. And we have no one to guide us. Our only guide is our homesickness.
John Lennon
Remembering his music, carrying on, being true to the vision we share
February 1981News Of The Universe
Poems Of Twofold Consciousness
This book asks one question over and over: how much consciousness is the poet willing to grant to trees or hills or living creatures not a part of his own species?
February 1981Insisting On Love
Oh you modest-living professional little bastards, giving in to all that mortgaged decency, all those inner rules of silence, as if the spirit of youth was an aberration to be got over and not the event itself, the event of your life, the adventure you ended up betraying for a house in Twit Acres and 2.3 kids you won’t ever understand.
January 1981Prelude To A Pilgrimage
My fear perceived my gradual return to rationality and slipped back within me, weaker now but still awesome, a headless beast howling against the rising of the sun. I feel it sometimes in the morning when I wake into the disorientation of a depression. I flee into the rhythm of exercise. The flesh has power over the mind, as both are connected elements of a unity. And gradually my consciousness re-creates itself as a familiar fabric.
January 1981
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