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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.

Sunday, 15 April 2018

In The Process Of Extinction



We live in a static bubble,
a constant place called now.
Past and future flicker on temporal walls:
causal pictures of why, and of how.

Our lives are egocentric, greedy,
and the need to acquire is strong.
We’re conditioned to want and to use.
We are right, while others are wrong.

Corporate masters control us,
supplying false memes, and lies.
They teach us to suspect the different;
what to hate, who to demonise.

We live in a shiny plastic sphere,
with fake news and chemical food,
and if reality should seep in,
we take pills to adjust our mood.

So our masters do just as they please,
while we ignore our plight.
Our environment is being killed.
We’re on the edge of nuclear night.

We are taught to expect Eternity,
but Forever doesn’t care:
the concept of Always does exist
but we will not be there.

We could have made a difference,
but we would not see:
in the process of extinction
there is no you, nor me.

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The Ancient Hippie

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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