The dog had been feeling his age,
and curled up at the man’s feet,
feeling the heat of the shrinking sun.
The early morning light
had that brazen quality to it
that seems typical
of early autumn,
or the flames of Natraj’s Circle.
The fog shimmered down the harbour,
granting a lover’s caress
to the willing shore.
The dog thought of dinner time,
and favourite scents,
and pack.
The old man thought of the different dimensions
vibrating at the quanta level,
making us tenants
in Realities that we cannot yet see.
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
