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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.

Friday 23 August 2019

A Contemplation of the Wind




Consider for a moment:
a primordial sludge,
undisturbed by the evolution
of life.
Imagine, if you would,
the movement of air
across the lifeless planet.

Nitrogen reigns supreme,
and moving air
contains that same nitrogen
that was wafting
over a young,
but fecund,
planet.

Part of that wind
shook the banners
of Alexander the Great,
ruffled the robes of Gautama
beneath his leafy Bo,
and gave K'ung fu-tzu
pause for thought.

The winds that refresh
our every breath
have been shared
by others
who have fallen
to history’s march:
but the breeze continues.

Let us learn from the wind,
moving endlessly
through the lives of others.
Like a gentle soothing breeze,
let us offer succour,
relief and comfort,
and move, quietly, on our way.

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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