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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.

Wednesday 6 July 2016

Scream of Consciousness



Always there,
it forces you to listen.
Leaping from topic to topic,
the incessant babble
can be
tiring,
amusing,
maddening,
demanding.

In search of sleep,

counting backwards
from one hundred,
you are interrupted 
at ninety-six,
and try,
fry,
fly,
cry,
to quiet the fiend.

Like a multilayered hard drive

with a read head
for each layer,
it assails,
regales,
derails,
wails,
commanding your complete attention.

Meditating to achieve silence,

the sound of the universe,
song of the stars,
background static
from the big bang,
crazed atoms
bombarding the inner ear,
prevents you
from being who you think you are,
by forcing you 
to be a part of the frenzied clamour
from which there is no escape,
only tired acceptance.

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