by Robin Bloor | Oct 24, 2022 | Readings, The Lost Herald
The Self In Hiding Showing That The Life Of The Self Comes From Forming Desires And Bringing Them To Birth Life is preserved by purpose:Because of the goal its caravan-bell tinkles.Life is latent in seeking, Its origin is hidden in desire.Keep desire alive in thy...
by Robin Bloor | Sep 28, 2022 | Readings, The Lost Herald
The Fading of the Golden Age Jupiter and his Olympians did not always dwell amid the clouds in their mountain kingdom. In times long gone a glorious family of Titans lived there and ruled our world. There were twelve; six brothers and six sisters. They believed that...
by Robin Bloor | Jul 18, 2022 | Readings, The Lost Herald
Mural of a Hopi Vision Child,High aloft you are held to the dawn,Naked,To feel the sun’s first rays.The welcoming god will come,LeapingOut of the under-world,To greet you, to bathe, to engulf youChild,Straining the brown arms of your...
by Robin Bloor | Jun 27, 2022 | Readings, The Lost Herald
Geese Ascending From A Lake Far in the northwest stands a house,High is its tower in the clouds.Embroidered curtains are at the windows.The tower rises in three steps,and from the tower floats a song… A sad songwith a sad lute playing beside it.Who can the singer...
by Robin Bloor | May 20, 2022 | Readings, The Lost Herald
A Tree Through All Seasons There is a Season To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die;A time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;A time to kill, and a time to heal;A time...
by Robin Bloor | Apr 18, 2022 | Readings, The Lost Herald
‘Deserve death with all your appetites, your selfishness, and all the capital sins!” A Season in Hell A while back, if I remember right,my life was one long partywhere all hearts were open wide,where all wines kept flowing. One night, I sat Beauty down on...