Sometimes The Time...
Sometimes the time
seems right
for me to explain
my feelings.
Then you laugh, or say something inane,
or touch me, and the moment’s gone.
Sometimes the time
seems right,
but I become involved
in you.
Then I giggle, or quote Zarathustra,
or an ancient Celtic poem.
Sometimes the time
seems right
for me to divulge
the secrets of my heart:
you are almost asleep, but you convey,
monosyllabic, your prior knowledge.
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
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