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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 1 March 2018

Hermitage



I’ve found a nice allegorical cave
high on a lone mountaintop.
Now I sit seeking meaning
in the campfire’s flames,
while I wait for the madness to stop.

Looking down, all I see
are thunderheads dark,
roiling over the carnage below,
where ignorance rules while constructing
a loveless world bleak and stark.

The flames dance before me
with memories strong and bright, 
that can't lessen my inner chill:
I long in vain for a bright new dawn,
to dispel this endless night.

I’ve found a nice allegorical cave,
and others are finding it, too.
Our numbers are growing,
and with truth as our sword,
we shall make our vision come true.

Willful stupidity rules the day,
but ignorance’s days are numbered.
A global dystopia was imposed
through conditioned hate and greed,
while love, and intelligence slumbered.

I’ve found a nice allegorical cave,
and it is bright, and warm, and vast.
It is filled with people of great resolve,
with social plans of inclusion and love:
an Enlightenment we shall make last.

We’ve found a nice allegorical cave,
and you are welcome to join us here:
with libraries, wifi, web access for all.
We need all the help you can give
as we rebuild a world without fear.

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