It tantalizes,
just a bit,
those rogue thoughts
of tomorrow.
Now you see them,
now...not so much.
They morph,
crying in small voices.
And just when you think
you can look forward
you can’t;
retreating callously to now.
Maybe tomorrow
will make transition
more viable
than this shimmering,
shadowplace,
kaleidoscopic vision
of what must be.
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
