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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.

Tuesday 21 March 2017

Transformation



The time of frolic now has flown,
and old with wisdom they have grown.
Their carefree laughter now is gone;
is gone, but not forgotten.

Decisions, worry, want and pain,
have bent their shoulders deep,
and hate and greed have dulled their eyes,
and fear, and lack of sleep.

Responsibility, that Master mean,
has piled too high his load:
many, the weight too great to bear,
have fallen by the road.

Deep sorrow, heavy and profound,
erases youth’s glad dimples;
yet they plod forward with their load:
a load that kills and cripples.

And still they trudge up Life’s steep hill,
and ponder Life’s great plan:
and behold! from that chaos,
from that chaos steps a man.

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