The Web
A captive there,
compelled to stay,
transfixed by arachnid multi-gaze,
he could not look away.
Vibrations spoke
with eternity’s voice,
and a frozen calm
removed all choice.
Here, then,
at the very end of time,
his reality
is symmetry,
is perfection of design,
and the final beauty
of each moment.
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
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