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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.

Monday 8 February 2016

Gallery/Self Portrait




This is the frame:

Soft semi-tropical night,
clear, star-speckled,
a magical backdrop
for a platinum moon as large as a dream;
a muted band plays in a distance
that is punctuated by gentle laughter.
The song is Stoloff: Moonglow/Theme from “Picnic”.

This is the picture:

Small boy, dressed in old worn clothes.
Poor boy, but in a caring family
where life was no more
than subsistence, leavened by love.

This is the wall upon which the picture hangs:

Flags on battlements, crises, pain.
False prophets, monsters, sterile plains.
Struggle, anguish, loss, and fear.
Knowledge, travel, learning, growing.
Love, and the beginning of understanding.
Peace, with tranquillity on the top of a hill,
overlooking a harbour
on the North Atlantic.


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