The vibration of the Third Eye Chakra
gave a shimmering orange neon edge
to the Reality of
the quiet hill.
The jackpines meditated,
and focussed
on the gentle sigh of their breathing;
the South Wind whispering
tropical secrets
of moonlight romance.
The shadows skipped
forward
and
back,
as though we were stuck
in a time loop:
an Escher mobiüs strip
of Eternity.
Truth beckoned,
just an illusion away,
as Cosmic meaning
was revealed.
This.
Now.
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
