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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 28 November 2018

Landscape, Without Perspective





(Cannabis, and Creative Cognition series. See Leafly.com “AK-47"
with a sprinkling of kief)


Today’s reality is
shaded, altered, and perverted
by the ignorant haze,
by the brutish hatred
that surrounds the jackboots
of populism.

The strident voices
of demagogues
deafen reason,
while martial music
and patriotic memes
excite the simple.

Our resources,
our jobs, and social progression
are being dismantled,
as we are told
that the magical sleight of hand
trickle down effect
will bring betterment for all.

Our planet is dying,
populations on the move.
Wars and economic adventurism
cause feeding frenzies
for the one percent,
while migration becomes
sole alternative to decimation.

Today’s reality is
dirty, cruel, and self-serving.
Traditionalists all,
we cling to a past that
did not work for us,
while praising gods and people who do not care.

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