Flickering lines of light and shadow,
progressing ceaselessly
from horizon to horizon:
a lemming march to obscurity.
Philosopher, fakir,
fool and friend;
sociopath, philanthropist,
parent and child;
tyrant, benefactor,
you and I:
we all move, blindly,
along the arrow
of Time.
If we take the time,
each and every day,
to examine
the lines,
the shadows,
to understand
not the motion,
not the flickering,
but the stunning reality
of here,
of Now,
meaning will emerge.
It is not the progression,
nor yet the origin
or destination:
it is here,
it is now,
that is all we ever have,
or need.
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
