It all comes down to this, then.
Manic hand cleansing:
no beseeching of the uncaring gods:
no besmirching of immigration policies:
no longing for other days that
forever
have passed.
We share, with our cleansing routine,
a commonality
that long has been lost,
if
it
ever
existed
at all.
The parameters have been reset.
The future is ours
for
the
making.
Be secure in your loneliness,
knowing,
paradoxically,
that you are not
alone.
Count to tomorrow,
then simply
scrub
again.
Repeat.
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
