It isn’t so much
not being with you
at times,
that makes me sad;
rather the thought of you,
alone,
doing familiar things
that I’ve seen you do,
but without me.
And
it isn’t really
not being with you
at times,
that makes me blue;
rather the photographic image
of us,
doing familiar things
that we have always done
together.
And
it isn’t so much
that such a long time
must pass
before our time begins;
rather the fear that then,
beginning,
our years will pass so quickly
that much will be left
unsaid,
undone.
~James Douglas Fanning
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
