This is me, Now.
This is you,
and this is your
Now.
I do this in my Now
that you may read it
in your Now,
Tomorrow.
In childhood the long summer holidays,
in a younger world,
lasted forever,
all lakes explored
all roads travelled.
I have commanded Time
to slow,
and Time acquiesced.
The moss on Siva's flame,
appeared as moss on the back
of a Discworld turtle,
moving slowly through Forever.
And of all that ever was,
and of all that ever shall be...
this is me.
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
