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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.

Saturday, 18 June 2016

Channel Surfing Between Realities






Morning sun on sparkling harbour
with cooling northwest breeze:
beagle, unaffected by view,
pursues scents that must be
hallucinogenic
for this small hound.

Monkeys cavorting
at Baker’s Falls
in Horton Plains National Park:
the southern ocean winks diamonds
in a blue distance,
beyond Yala.

The Pearl River flows,
thick and sluggish,
crowded with boats 
that represent three centuries
of water transport styles.
On the horizon,
the Hong Kong estuary awaits,
guarded by stern Victoria Peak.

On a quiet sand island,
kept stable by banyan roots,
clever crabs hide in the trees
to avoid the heat of the water.
In the distance, the bridge to Abu Dhabi
is laden with goods trucks,
and gold plated Mercedes and BMWs.

The dog spots a rabbit,
and the morning is shattered
by the baying of this fulfilled hound.
I ponder at the elaborate mechanism
by which our memories are stimulated
to replay random elements
from a full and contented life.

Coffee awaits on the southern verandah,
and the gentle wind 
whispers to the pines,
with birdsong filling a perfect day,
and sunlight on the harbour.

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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