Aging is
intimately related
to the acceleration
of time.
There is a point,
however,
where,
if you focus,
the vehicle in which you travel
can be made to slow.
With one’s mind
free of speed blur
details of the side of the road
start to emerge.
It is a magical place:
no pressure,
no pain,
simply review,
and the beginning
of understanding.
I stepped out of the vehicle
some time back,
watching it disappear
into a future
that would merge
with past.
I am content here,
serene, at the side of life’s road,
and understand
that this place
will continue
long after I have gone,
and that it doesn’t
really
matter.
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
