Cool and dark,
smelling of age,
and death.
Ossuaries stacked
with the remnants
of dreams,
of pain,
of potential
unattained.
We are all
keepers of our crypts;
and attend faithfully
to the remains
of that which
has gone,
has passed,
has disappeared
into time.
We must take time,
make the effort,
and rise to the light,
leaving dust and death
to entomb themselves:
we would shine;
we could triumph;
we would wonder
in the bright new morning.
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
