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Desert Journey In the wild places, life loses its confusion And shines instead with the brilliant clarity Of fresh-hewn crystal, sparkling with light And edges so sharp they would draw blood. The final tent is lost in a shimmer of heat, Long miles behind me in the sand; I cannot see my destination Though mirages [...]

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What am I waiting for? For the winter to be over? For Spring to arrive? For my life to start? For something to give a little, to feel that sudden shifting that says something is going to move soon? For the stars to move into a favourable conjunction? For better times? Till I am grown [...]

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Roses…   Is there someone there? I’m almost sure I can feel you there. The scent of roses comes and goes. It reminds me of something long ago. The hairs of  my neck are bristling. I can feel you. Who are you? Talk to me. Please. Nothing the computer hums softly, the blood in my [...]

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Fragment of soul   The woods are almost silent to the untrained ear but if you stand still and ignore the hum of distant traffic, the forest sounds become overwhelming. The falling of leaves is like slow rain, pattering against the leaves still clinging to branch tips; a squirrel rummaging in the leaf-litter sounds like [...]

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Lost #5 During the days that follow any memory of my life before the forest leaches away, until I cease to remember what it felt like to have a full stomach, to be comfortable and clean and to have any sense of who I am. Here I am a strange animal, walking on two legs [...]

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Lost #4 There are no paths. All around me, endless shades of green, with some brown and red and orange as counterpoint, and no opening, no indication that anyone has ever come this way before. I sag against the trunk of the tree I have just climbed, the memory of those distant mountains burned into [...]

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For part 1 see Lost #1 For part 2 see Lost #2 Lost #3 I sit until my bones become weary and the grass becomes cold and damp beneath me; the glow-worms slowly flicker and fade and I am alone. Around me the trees softly sough in the night wind and I shiver. I am not [...]

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Lost #2 The fall is so long I seem to cease to fall and the vertiginous feeling of speed vanishes to be replaced by one of drifting. It makes no sense at all as the sensation of plummeting had made my stomach lurch and heave and my soul seemed to curl round itself like a [...]

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Lost #1 “The air is heavy with the cold dank smell of ancient brick wet with condensation and mildew, and touching the walls I feel the surface slick with moisture and the passage of countless hands feeling their way along this light-less tunnel. The only sound is that of my ragged breathing and the occasional [...]

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What I am and what I am not I’m not a teacher, as such, and I have nothing to teach you. But we might learn together. I don’t have any answers, not the definitive big answers to the big questions. I just have more questions. But my new questions might inspire you to ask some [...]

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