We are buried deep beneath
old tablets, made of stone.
These rules, made in another age,
command sinners to atone.
They teach us how to bear the weight
of suffering, pain, and woe,
by abandoning sense and logic,
for something we cannot know.
A stitch in time saves nine, they say,
and other folksy stuff:
and the tough get going
when the going gets tough.
It totals up to nothing
but a yoke to restrain your soul,
and make you more compliant
to those who would control.
There should only be one tablet,
(and it won’t come from above!)
and graven on it are the words
“Inclusion, Peace, and Love.”
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
