He stares
outward,
without blinking:
to blink
is to die.
No matter
which direction,
the perspective
remains centred
in the middle
of his forehead.
A turn of the head
brings a new world:
to close the eyelid
destroys
the only reality
he possesses.
Relentlessly,
his solitary vision
draws him ever forward
into the dulling
sameness
of his days.
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
