Helpless, overwhelmed,
you watch the tsunami build
on a horizon dark and chaotic.
The sky is obscured by storm clouds,
pregnant with violence.
Light leaks from a landscape
drained of colour and life:
sound echoes ominously,
dull, threatening, metallic:
engulfed by the cacophony of your mind.
The vortex is here:
you have circled long around the edge,
but now the blackness calls
and you feel yourself slipping,
without strength, without hope.
Your mind races, tired, confused,
as you search for the key,
the lifeboat that will ride the tempest,
and sustain you until a brightening dawn:
you can almost reach its safety...almost.
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
