Nothing.
Darkness.
A blue shimmering
that morphs into
light.
It begins.
Storms of love,
of hate,
of the sour taste
of anger.
Siren songs
of promises,
of lies,
of truths now false.
Rocks and reefs
gut tender vessel,
but the voyage
continues
in grief,
in exultation,
and, finally,
in relief.
The mighty gift
of direction,
arriving too late
as the horizon looms.
A harbour of home,
of completion,
of wonder,
and of fear.
It ends.
Light
that morphs into
a blue shimmering.
Darkness.
Nothing.
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
