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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, 10 April 2014

A Contemplation of Belief



Fully four of five of our species
subscribe to a belief
in the existence of some prime mover
who controls our joy, or grief.

The Buddhists are not so constricted,
as enlightenment is only attained
by right thought,  good works,
meditation and exercise of the brain.

New Agers trace a different route,
with a non-anthropomorphic Power,
that pervades all, from stellar flares,
to each rock, tree, and flower.

In each dogmatic system
with guidance inner, or from above,
exists a central concept
of goodness, peace, and love.

Yet as we look around us,
millions starve, or die in war,
as resources are depleted
and the monied fight for more.
Do those four of every five
pause from prayer or contemplation,
from threats of war over who is right,
or who is headed for damnation?
Do they ever stop mid-way
through praise and deific adulation,
and see the carnage we have wrought
with our varied views of creation?

Is it not time to set aside
gods that failed us every way,
and shoulder responsibility as our own,
working for a moral, and better, day?
Let us stand as adults of our species,
on this green cosmic speck of dust,
and work towards a tomorrow
of inclusion, love, and trust.

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