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.


White flower


Where like-minds link, 

and from which

heavenly harmonies radiate, 

bliss extends 

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.



Mumbai Cart-Man

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

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