Soul Fugue
All things must end,
but is the ending
an absolute?
Is not that end
a shining doorway
that opens to a new beginning?
Does the phoenix not spring,
singing,
from its ashes
into a different sky?
Nataraj dances
while the cosmic wheel turns:
endings and beginnings
are defined
by point of view.
I wish my words could scream,
or burn with a fierce bright light
that would force you
to accept their meaning.
I wish my stanzas would pulsate,
and throb with a neon veracity
that would grab your vacillating gaze
and not let you turn away.
I wish that their reason
would capture you,
and bind you in compelling spell
cast on you by their truth.
I fear, though, that my words
fall short, and you, once more
repeat your foolish mantra
that I’m wrong, and you’re still right.
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
