The Muse Of Turfing

 

Ace Of Cups

 

 

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don't go back to sleep. You must ask for what you really want. Don't go back to sleep. People are going back and forth across the doorsill where the two worlds touch. The door is round and open. Don't go back to sleep. - Rumi

The Metaphysical Circus…

The Tao is like a well:
used but never used up.
It is like the eternal void:
filled with infinite possibilities.It is hidden but always present.
I don’t know who gave birth to it.
It is older than God.The Metaphysical Circus…This is perhaps the last posting this year to Turfing. It has been a year where Turfing reached an apex [...]

The Coming of the Sun….

On The Music Box: Zakir Hussain – Music of the DesertsEven that old horse
is something to see this
snow-covered morning
-BashoOn The Menu:
Giving Thanks
Holly King and Oak King
Poetry For The Winter Solstice…
Assorted Art & Photographs___________Giving Thanks…This is the time of the year that I find quite to be just so wonderful… Fire time, darkness, family and friends. [...]

Running On Empty?

This is one of the vitrified hill forts up in the Highlands of Scotland. There has never been an adequate explanation how the stone was vitrified… given the supposed technologies of the past… One of those mysteries!On The Menu:
Thoughts Leading Up To The Solstice…
The Links
Running On Empty?
Andy M. Stewart – Robert Burn’s ‘A Red, [...]

Invisible College Print Release!

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We are happy to announce that The Invisible College 3rd Edition Magazine has finally been released in printed format!After much gnashing of teeth and incredibly long correspondences with LuLu.com, The Invisible College 3rd Edition is now available for purchase. It contains 104 pages, full colour… (It is a POD – print on demand publication)If [...]

On The Cusp

The Cantelope…Side by side in the crowded streets,
Amid its ebb and flow,
We walked together one autumn morn;
(‘Twas many years ago!)The markets blushed with fruits and flowers;
(Both Memory and Hope!)
You stopped and bought me at the stall,
A spicy cantelope.We drained together its honeyed wine,
We cast the seeds [...]