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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, 21 July 2016

“There’s someone in my head, but it’s not me”*



HMCS Bonaventure, 1966,
off Montevideo,
alone on a darkened flight deck
watching stars cascade
into a southern sea.

Bergen, 1963,
standing on Mount Fløyen,
amazed by the tiny city below,
gazing down the fjord,
protected by green hills.

Srinigar, 1986,
the shikara driver
poled his craft slowly
along the quiet water streets
beneath the bowing chinar trees.

Flying over the Alps, 1980,
proud, iconic Matterhorn
not far beneath our wings:
mountain sentinels fearlessly protecting
small verdant Switzerland.

Valetta, Malta, 1985,
old fortifications framing
the perfect harbour
rimmed with small boats,
talismanic eyes painted on their bows.

Rishikesh, upper Ganges, 1997,
with the scent of local charas
providing an olfactory mantra
for pilgrims off-loading bad karma
in the holy river.

Greyhavens, Jeddore Harbour,2016,
the old man and his beagle
listen to the birds in the pines,
sensing other horizons, shimmering,
just a reality away.

* Brain Damage, by Pink Floyd

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