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Retired from 10 years in the Canadian Navy, and 28 years in the Canadian Diplomatic Service, with postings in Beijing, Mexico City, Sri Lanka, Romania, Abu Dhabi, Guyana, Ireland, Trinidad, and, last but not least, India.

Thursday 24 May 2007

Relativity



In a reality of the limitless space
of an expanding universe,
where galaxy sized clouds of dark matter
move at right angles
to logical expectation,
how unimportant is the fact
that the neighbour’s dog
defecates on my lawn?

Desert Campfire




Outside the myopic circle
of light,
the Range Rover crouches
like some cubist sculptor’s tribute
to the humped beasts
the vehicle seeks
to replace.

The stars, just inches overhead,
act as ancient signposts
to the fabled secrets
of the Rub al Khali,
“The Empty Quarter.”

The restless dunes
huddle close,
then sprint for the horizons
of a very different reality.

The sand, coaxed by the night breeze,
sings its abraded song,
of death, of renewal,
of eternal change.

Echoes

This is based on a lady I saw going through the airport a while back.


The youthful twinkle,
through rheumy eyes,
belies her hag’s body
that transports vibrant spirit
through dwindling days
of this long journey.

This same spirit broke hearts,
and caused her young men
hot and fevered dreams.
She walked with pride,
and the secure knowledge
of who she was
and what she could do.

Memories of birth, death,
tragedy and joy,
were behind her now,
and her eyes reflected
the person she once was,
and, to her,
would ever be.

The Ancient Hippie

The Ancient Hippie
Natraj dances with us all.

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