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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, 2 March 2017

Transformer



It became
inescapably obvious
as I grew older: reality is layered,
and, if you focus less intently on what you are doing,
and give yourself permission
to just Be,
  you can see several layers simultaneously.

It is a transcending awareness
in which all is connected,
and our world reveals her true colours,
and our senses thrill.
You know what is truly important,
and life is full.

For me, the choice was clear,
so
if I seem not to be fully engaged with what I am doing,
I may be really busy
on a Different level.

Tutors



Once was a time, not so long ago,
We knew that the future was ours.
We knew who we were, and where we would go:
Our minds were aflame with our powers.

We set off proud and tall:
destination was all.
The world was ours for the taking;
But so soon, on our way,
We got trapped in life’s fray:
A nightmare from which there’s no waking.

Regrouping, we thought
That, though dreams came to nought,
We could still succeed in our mission:
To our children we’d teach
All we could not reach,
And imprint their young minds with our vision.
***
Just yesterday (now so long ago),
We passed on our wisdom and sorrow.
Now our children, as they grow,
Must carry our hopes to tomorrow.

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