Juggler.

The Good Lord is keeping the Golden Balls of Life in endless play.

Blue Monday

I sit in the cafe

Waiting

I hear footsteps

Outside

In the mist

Where

All is echo'd

In

The Cafe

Where

I wait

Footsteps pass

It's

Monday

And

My coffee is cold.

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Crowley's *A.A*

In Crowley's *Argenteum Astrum* the Neophyte starts at Malkuth sephira and progresses to Ipsissimus the highest order (Supreme Crown) at Kether.

A Young Crowley

A Crowley

Steady of purpose,girt with truth,
I pass in my iternal youth,
And watch the centuries wax and wane;
Untouched by Times corroding tooth,
Silent, immortal, unprofane.""

The Listeners by Walter De La Mare

'Is there anybody there?' said the Traveller,
Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence champed the grasses
Of the forest's ferny floor:
And a bird flew up out of the turret,
Above the Traveller's head
And he smote upon the door again a second time;
'Is there anybody there?' he said.
But no one descended to the Traveller;
No head from the leaf-fringed sill
Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes,
Where he stood perplexed and still.
But only a host of phantom listeners
That dwelt in the lone house then
Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight
To that voice from the world of men:
Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair,
That goes down to the empty hall,
Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken
By the lonely Traveller's call.
And he felt in his heart their strangeness,
Their stillness answering his cry,
While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf,
'Neath the starred and leafy sky;
For he suddenly smote on the door, even
Louder, and lifted his head:-
'Tell them I came, and no one answered,
That I kept my word,' he said.
Never the least stir made the listeners,
Though every word he spake
Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house
From the one man left awake:
Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,
And the sound of iron on stone,
And how the silence surged softly backward,
When the plunging hoofs were gone.

Bordeaux

A wine for scholars.

The Bordeaux region is in the South West side of France.
The (Medoc) stands supreme in the world of red wine.
Bordeaux wine at the top level takes a decade or more to mature.
Soil = Gravel. The soil drains well.
Districts, Chateaux's and fine wines

Margaux.

Chateaux Margaux

Chateaux Palmer (Fine bouquet)

Pauillac

Chateaux Lafite

Chateaux Latour

Chateaux Mouton Rothschild (Big wines -Superb bouquet)

St Julian

Chateaux Leoville-Barton(Lovely fragrance)

St-Estephe

Chateaux Clark(Full fruity wine)

St-Emilion

Chateaux Ausone (Lovely fragrance)
Pomerol
Chateaux Petrus

Burgundy

A Wine for Lovers

Genuine Burgundy comes from a long stretch of winefields running from Dijon in the north to Lyon in the south.
The COTE d'OR is the heartland of Burgundy with the majority of the renowned vineyards.It is divided in two by a break in the mountains - the northern part being the COTE de NUITS, the southern part the COTE de BEAUNE.
White Burgundies from the COTE de BEAUNE include Puligny Montrachet, Le Montrachet and Meursault.
The COTE de NUITS famous commune names are Fixin, Moray Saint-Denis, Vosne-Romanee, La Tache and Nuits-Saint-Georges.
The COTE du RHONE stretches from Lyon down to Avignon. Chateauneuf-du-Pape, Hermitage (and the finest French Rose) - Tavel are the most famous.

Percy Bysshe Shelley. 1792-1822

Licentia Vatum

Li Po. Green Mountain.

You ask me why I dwell in the green mountain;I smile and make no reply for my heart is free of care.As the peach-blossom flows down stream and is gone into the unknown,I have a world apart that is not among men.
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Du Fu And Li Po are the most famous of the ancient Chinese poets.
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Li-Po
Poet, Wanderer and Master of the Wine Cup.
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The Beginning

I started with nothing and I have most of it left.