Distraction
It wasn't through planning,
nor thoughtful foresight,
that I have arrived at this point in time.
It was, rather, through a series
of accidents: procrastination or blunder,
the guidelines were not clear.
It was the passage of time,
unnoticed, sneaking by me
as I, looking elsewhere, was distracted.
Such distraction, I see now,
has lead me here, today:
has made me who I am.
This distraction, with all
of its errors, its omissions:
this now; this joy; this life of mine!
Welcome, and Namaste
Greetings fellow travellers,
For you American friends visiting, you will notice that this old Canadian uses Canadian English in this blog: kindly bear with me. As I blog primarily on subjects that are vitally interesting to me, I appreciate all feedback.
As I tend to be a bit of a language usage freak, I will, as required, edit obscenity and rude comments. That said, I welcome your opinions and discussion.
May your Dharma be clear
Peace
"If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended:
That you have but slumb'red here,
While these visions did appear."
Puck’s epilogue to A Midsummer Night’s Dream
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