Selene rules her winter sky,
clouds bask
in the reflected light
of other days.
Time is given meaning
solely by
our dwindling lives:
change is irrevocable,
tragic and eternal.
A profound thought
interrupted,
a warm caress
restrained,
a supportive smile
ungiven,
a word of love
unsaid.
Each moment
is a crossroad
as we stumble
through the days,
and lay awake
and wonder
at the randomness
of all.
Serendipitous
is our path,
and chaos
our signpost:
there is nowhere to go
as we are
already there.
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
