Pilgrims, Prayers, Mumbai Cart-Man
As pilgrims let’s uncover
fiercest beauty, and notice
God in dandelion and buttercup.
Let’s aspire to describe a rose
unfolding in our heart. Let’s sense
the movement of day-blind stars
making eternal journeys in the dark.
And when we die, let’s know
we are as snowflakes
melting in the sun.
Where like-minds link,
and from which
heavenly harmonies radiate,
to encompass the world.
No barriers stall
the development of
It is a gossamer
finer than atoms. It is
a rhapsody formed
of star light.
I slog my cart before traffic begins, before
squealing pigs squabble in markets, before
sun rises in smog in candy-floss skies.
I struggle while Mumbai awakens in monsoon mud,
and fish-maids, having completed
boning and scaling, return to hovel and shack.
I am rags in ragas and rough talking, not Cambridge
hounds out punting. I am, like pigs, not in starch,
but stumbling in stench.
I have wrestled with a Yoga of clemency, realizing
I am the subject, and buckled under self-loathing.
This too is indulgence.
There is no escaping the puke of piety! In harsh streets
God meets rabble and riches. This is only self
meeting self. When this happens,
what glory? He is manifesting
in everything equally. He is the word before the world,
before all vagaries of differentiation.
By Misha Norland
Mishaâ€™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.
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.
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.
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.