In this Reality
it was a foggy day,
with misty droplets
shimmering... luminous
in the morning air.
My beagle pondered
entanglement theory
as we listened,
enchanted,
to the infinite
names of Truth
sighing through the pines.
Other Realities pulsed,
just beyond sight:
an ambulance screams
across a cove so tranquil
that the sole loon is embarrassed
by his laugh.
...and a small blue-green bubble
floated,
invisible,
through a cosmos too vast
to be called
god.
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
