The laughter of children,
the suddenness of Spring,
fond memory in an old man’s eye,
a well-worn wedding ring.
The dancing of the Northern Lights,
the wind upon the sea,
comfort of an oft’ read book,
a cup of Ceylon tea.
The lights upon a Christmas tree,
the scent of new-mown hay,
remembrance of an absent friend,
the moon-path on the bay.
* * *
These stars I’ve used to mark my way
home, through soul-dark night:
these memories that ensure I shall
always walk in light.
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
