"Wading neck deep in a swamp, your revolver is neither use nor ornament until you have had time to clean it" Mary H. Kingsley (1897)


Stumbling Into Light: Part 10


“Noli me tangere”

Picture taken beside the garden of Kurisumala Monastery

A Morning Meeting



Picture taken in Fort Cochin

Strange Confluence

A confluence of colour,

Of rivers

And geometries.

The contrast of light and shade,


A meeting of land and sky,

The occasional harmonies of monks and music,

The fusing of health and safety,

And the fellowship of friends in need.
All were encountered as we travelled on to Darjeeling.


..”Strange friend,” I said, “here is no cause to mourn.”
“None,” said that other, “save the undone years,
The hopelessness. Whatever hope is yours,
Was my life also..

From “Strange Meeting” by Wilfred Owen.