In a younger day the horizon was near,
just over the next summer hill.
Then, with age to propel, it drifted away
as both dreams and horizons oft’ will.
Ideals, direction,
romance at times;
all these created the haze
that obscured the horizon,
creating the fog
behind which it hid from our gaze.
Now the day is much older, crisp and clear:-
for a moment you wonder whether
the horizon is near, as it once truly was:-
then you both walk towards it, together.
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
