Each alone,
needs only to be heard,
and not to listen.
Each is central
to the small,
and insignificant,
orbit it describes.
United
is a state untried,
as none are bothered
to see any view
not emblazoned
on the mausoleum
of shallow lives.
Fading
in a dying sun,
their lonely dance slows.
Do they contemplate
why and what,
if anything,
it all meant?
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
