Underneath
the glossy veneer
of attitude,
the cracks,
wrought
by imposed
self-doubt,
g r o w w i d e r.
The anger,
long hidden
by sadness
and confusion,
g r o w s:
the cancer
infests
yet another
young
s
o
u
l.
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