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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.

Friday, 18 May 2012

Flirting With The Past





We all speak of the way things were,
the way things used to be,
but we must beware distortion
in the lens through which we see.

Events and people in our past,

coloured by passing years,
are glorified by love and respect:
we forget their pain and fears.

Those people and events define

who we’ve become today,
and tint our thoughts and actions
in each and every way.

Consider though, they were like us,

and products of their age:
they struggled, loved, lived and died,
each of them, rogue or sage.

The danger is to glorify

those who have gone before;
to think that things were better
in those distant days of yore.

They gave to us genetic gifts

so we’d evolve and grow,
and walk proudly in this future
that they would never know.

To yearn for return to a simpler past

is dangerously atavistic,
and dishonours those genetic gifts
with a view far too simplistic.

Like Biblical talents, our inheritance

should be to honour our traditions,
and not be buried, deep in time,
but to better our conditions.

Remember fondly those who have passed,

and love and praise them well,
but what atavism sees as Utopia,
may have been a personal hell.

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The Ancient Hippie

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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