Freedom, Song of Bliss, Grey is the Sky


Yellow Flower



Primal states are not caged,

locked up, or limited.

If we listen closely,

we hear music, and we dance.


Our form defines the boundaries

within which we are constrained.


We worship what has been

forgotten, but not lost.

Return is possible

because departure was temporary.




Song of Bliss

Had love a wall, we would breach it,

had it a roof, we would remove it,

welcoming mysteries of the night,

for we are illuminated by

the brilliance of Your light.


We celebrate us, beloveds in a cradle

of rocking dreams, because we delight

being sung in lullabies round,

devotions entwined

and scribed into one another’s staves.


We no longer crave to find outside

what is within, mirror image and twin,

for rhythms which swell in our hearts

have evolved tunes, as scents

of blossoms have led to blooms.

Within, ever present, never muted,

sound songs of eternity

embodied in

bird calls, sea swell, and the music

we hear in our beloved’s voice.


Within, ever present, never dimmed

shines the light of creation,

mirrored in flashing eyes,

in flames,

in shafts of sunlight.


Within is gentleness and homecoming

for which we need not yearn,

for all our journeys imply return.

Our end that is without end, 

is a snowflake melting in the sun.



Yellow Building

Grey is the sky


Under eaves, sparrows chirp,

drains accept drizzle and we

who meet on daily plod

are cheery because to be

grumpy pulls everyone down.


To the everyday table we

bring small memories that are

inseparably part of a greater

continuity, when causality

dissolved in a dream.


By Misha Norland

Misha's legacy is immense, his footprints carved in stone in a myriad homeopathic nooks and crannies. He left a wealth of riches for every student, every homeopath, for every school - and so he will be remembered with the greatest of ease. Above all he left his sons to carry on his healing traditions.

Miranda Castro
Misha was our father, our grandfather, our beacon. Misha was the last bridge between the old and new eras of homoeopathy, yet always a pioneer. Misha was the founder of our schools. Misha was the face of peace and tranquility, the heart of love and poetry, the mind of metaphor.

Jeremy Sherr
Misha had a magical way of bringing joy every time he walked into the classroom. No one who met him could forget his smile. And I'll never forget the advice and the lessons he taught me. His wisdom will forever guide me in my homeopathic practice. Misha was a man who set a lasting impression on everyone he met. His deep laugh and kind eyes warmed the room and brought life into the most boring subjects in the class. He was a great teacher and a dependable friend.

Farokh Masters
Dear Misha, Dear old friend, So vital So full of Love, So curious, So good friendship, So loyal. Thanks for being in my life since 1984. 36 years. We connect sure in the next realm.

Alize Timmerman