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Volume 18:3 £3.50

GreenSpirit

Birth & Death

Hypnobirthing Down to Earth

Eco Coffins Roots

Sacred Hunt/Sacred GiveawaySpirituality and Veganism

Elephant Protection

ExcErpt from The PerfecT Tense

‘I don’t fear death,’ said peter today, ‘only the dying.’

I am now, I realise, one of the initiates who know the truth: that death is an inescapable promise; a truth that will overtake me, too.

the light through water, under the cloud canopy,is beautiful now, and frail – it says it will not last;and it promises, while it does, that it will loose somethingin usto wander towards the horizon and go on wandering.

If you tune everything else out the silence you hear is the white noise of the singing spheres: the voice of the universe.

You can never get to its edge and yet you could fit millions of universes on the already-crowded head of that pin, with all those minute-particle-angels.

come back, Giordano Bruno; they wouldn’t burn younow. Your heresies are old-hat orthodoxy.

the stars are in our belly; the milky Way our umbilicus. Is it a consolationthat the stuff of which we’re made is star-stuff too? that wherever you go you can never totally disappear -dispersal only: carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, oxygen.

tree, rain, coal, glow-worm, horse, gnat, rock.

© roselle Angwin. from: Looking for Icarus (bluechrome 2005, IDp 2015)photo © mod-x/Shutterstock.com