Robert came to the shop today to pick up his book The Psychology of Kundalini Yoga. He is still having trouble focussing on his work but believes that everything is significant, including his not being able to concentrate. He is always cheerful, except when he has to go to Centrelink and argue about his age pension.
He said that the gift vouchers look good and he might get one for his friend in Clayton.
He said he is getting old now and is only just realizing what friends really are in your life.
I said that I understood what he meant.
Small fellowship of daily commonplace
We hold together, dear, constrained to go
Diverging ways. Yet day by day I know
My life is sweeter for thy life’s sweet grace;
And if we meet but for a moment’s space,
Thy touch, thy word, sets all the world aglow.
Faith soars serener, haunting doubts shrink low,
Abashed before the sunshine of thy face.
Nor press of crowd, nor waste of distance serves
To part us. Every hush of evening brings
Some hint of thee, true-hearted friend of mine;
And as the farther planet thrills and swerves
When towards it through the darkness Saturn swings,
Even so my spirit feels the spell of thine.