Rorschach shadows,
threatening,
bleak,
lurk in life’s
dark corners.
Interpreting just what they mean
may determine
what they become.
Are those shadows
accurate,
reflecting something real?
Are they simply projections
of our fears,
and solid
encroaching
darkness?
They captivate;
they bind us
to what we think
they are.
We give them life,
then hide away
and never
turn on the light.
We must confront these chimerae:
they are, after all,
our own.
Our vision
of what they are
must brighten:
then they
will fade away.
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
