The Light of Different Days
My wrinkled visage greets me
mirrored in the morning haze,
but this is not the face I see
by the light of different days.
My pines sing benediction,
as I salute blackbirds and jays,
but my mind has now gone travelling
to the light of different days.
When Hegel just offends me,
and Kierkegaard makes me crazed,
I visit Bertrand Russell
in the light of different days.
And when my journey’s ended,
and I’ve finally solved life’s maze,
you can bet I’ll be off wandering
by the light of different days.
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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