Saturday, June 22, 2024

Gift Of Precious Feathers

The turtle dove sings for the new to begin,
the elephant brings gentle strength within
and the giraffe up high
sees the wider view of the morning sky.
 
And I see here, 
in each day we pass through
this quiet picture of a beautiful you,
gone to higher skies 
so I bless your feathers left behind.
 
You lived here peacefully sleeping in trees.
I know you will start anew,
still I cry as I softly bury you.
 
 
 

Friday, May 24, 2024

As Every Leaf Leaves

As every leaf leaves
and so do you,
will you ever know
where I landed.

I wonder if you will ever see,
I am a falling leaf.
I feel like a falling leaf.
 
I came to leave as quietly as an autumn leaf.
I came to leave as quietly as an autumn leaf.
 
I came to quietly leave this autumn tree.
Now may I rest peacefully. 
 
Part 2
Do we see different trees?
My Sorrow lands as Autumn leaves.
 
As quiet as you say you are,
I hear the leaf-blower blasting me
as it seems to be
blowing leaves OFF my trees,
blowing the leaves off my tree.
 
If leaves on an autumn tree
represent Humanity,
and if I share with you,
through the summer winds
and then it seems in your storms,
you need me to leave your branch
before my Mother Nature calls.
 
So then I do.
I go.
So, that being so,
I am unprepared for that call.
And so I fall.
I fall.


Thursday, May 16, 2024

Peaceful Waters

There is Grace this morning
as Nature curiously all aligns,
while silver lights the view we see
with more blue sky Infinity.
 
Peace dwells
in the essence of tranquility
when the Winged Ones come
from where they are
floating closer than the stars. 
 
Photo Credit: SJ,
Black Swans, May Morning, Geelong, Australia

Saturday, May 11, 2024

Our Time To Rest

From the start, 
some sadness is written on our hearts
Sometimes,
our troubles come early,
they sit within, from the beginning.
 
And, it is written on my heart,
I will always love you,
in all ways, I love you.
 
I know you,
I feel you fading today.
We are so very tired at this time.
 
Weary as we are, we breathe together.
I will always love you, always Love,
with love always.
 
(Written 1.35am, May 11, 2024)
 
One month of Saturdays,
and here you are, looking well again,
at times still running, still playing,
still always woofing down your nourishing meals.
So your ever-beating-strong heart,
pumps on through it all.
You love to stay here.
So It Will Be, And So It Is, for you and me.
 
Another beginning.
A joyous restart.
You always live in my heart. 
 
Blessings be for little Bobby with his beautiful brain.
Love to our friends here, for your patience to wait with us
in this space, for almost a month.
 
We will know further along.
Time comes and goes, and only God Knows
when to really lay down,
and when is best to really rest.

Peace and love to all on this day,
Bee and Bobby xo
 
 
 

Saturday, April 13, 2024

Receiving Joy

 
I have a walking friend 
who, very often, in the morning
quietly passes by these waters.
 
I feel quite sure her feathered friend,
waits in the stillness to meet her greeting.
She feels lightness, joy and euphoria
when indeed he treats her to see,
all golden reflective serenity.

But wait, please wait.
On the very next day,
over on the sea side of the bay
with shimmering all around
she is graced again to see him.
 
And in my heart I truly feel
the freedom and lightness they share.

Photo credits: SJ.
Great Egret, April mornings, Geelong, Australia

 

Monday, March 4, 2024

Here Today Gone Tomorrow

 
Here we are greeting
our first days of Autumn,
before the tree leaves turn to golden
and Morning Glory cycles through
beginning as blue,
then a brilliant purple hue
fades as the summer light
and sleeps again pink at night.

Other times will come and go
as the vine shines with every bloom,
before they fade to leave more room
for the greyer days of Winter.

 

Sunday, March 3, 2024

Transformation

Every year in March
I wait by the bare earth
for any sightings of your birth
bringing an ever increasing joy of abundance.
 
First there is a tiny sign, growing higher,
then a white tip and a white stem
then
one
always
comes first.
 
One beautiful little crocus
showing itself
then growing in a day
to be a little mauve bud,
then an open bloom,
then a few little buds around
and finally the sound of me
cheering the happy family.
 
(And cheering you old friend, 77 years again)
The annual arrival of Mauve Autumn Crocus

Thursday, February 29, 2024

Touch Our Hearts


Yes, yes Dear Ones
there are always ways,
always ways for more
caring,
for sharing caring,
being there
bringing kindness,
sharing the goodness of your heart,
saving the environment
with your love
for the Earth
for the trees,
sharing seeds,
planting more seeds,
sharing smiles
food, warmth and shelter,
giving more, more unconditionally,
beautifully lifting all of life
whatever simple way you have
to be present,
to bring your peaceful heart,
to bring your quiet mind
to breath your harmonious ways
into the days for others
to know some kindness
to know someone softly touches their hearts,
moves with the trees in the breeze
as wings fly over and above
there is ever only Love.
 
Inspired with Jack Kornfield, Sounds True One conversation
Image credit: Lions Roar Buddhist Journal

Friday, February 2, 2024

Golden Light

How good would it be
if you were here to see these yellow carnations
as we celebrate the 100th birthday
with golden gifts
shining all the way to heaven today.

But we know you come and go
as in our hearts we are all free
so life goes forward as do we.
 
In my life,
and in the closing years of your life,
I lived with deep sadness.

Where did I find this sadness?
Was it from far away in other lands, places,
rivers or seas?
My mother's womb?
My father's heart?
My mother's heart?
Her mother's heart?
How do I call it to rise? 
To share feelings?
Is it a sad song? 
A past life? A yearning to belong?

A way through will come to me.
The truth yet to see.

Now, I am healed.
 
When I learned, to stand aside from it.
I found acceptance, peace, gentleness,
understanding, sincerity, release,
joy and freedom.
 
Then, and not til then,
did I meet my own devoted heart
and then, did I, then see,
all golden light on the path.

 


 
 
 

Wednesday, January 31, 2024

Elephant Ears Are Listening

Now the welcome lamp is lit.
I hear pixies whispering into Elephant-ears,
they giggle and slide down the slippery leaves
into soft places underneath
where they play until they fall asleep. 
 


Sunday, December 24, 2023

Dear Love

If not for you
the world would be 
a place with more disharmony.
 
If not for you
the light would not shine at night.
 
If not for you
our hearts would be less free
if not for you dear Love.
 
Blessings, peace and Love
for all you do
with just the glorious goodness of you.
 
Photo credit: Bee Porteous of a card made in USA
one Canoe two. Illustration letterpress 2016


 

Friday, December 22, 2023

Soft Green Fairy Grass

 
I well remember a time before you left,
when various garden birds were with us.
 
Honey-eaters were living here,
when you said to me
from far away there,
'Here, there are only sparrows to see'.
 
Now here where I live
with your ashes in the flowers,
with your feet in the green-seeding meadow,
I see little sparrows feeding,
playing in the fresh-soft fairy grass.
I know, you are home at last.
 

Thursday, December 7, 2023

As Rosy As A Peony Rose

As rosy as a peony rose
when petals come and go
we know
all is calm and all is well,
the flower has beauty for show and tell.
  
Then comes growth and maturity,
returning to seed,
nurturing the soil ready for renewal
possibly somewhere in a field of flowers,
yours and ours. 

Blessings, love and joy to Sweet-pea
for these rosy blooms in my room.
 
 
 

 

Saturday, December 2, 2023

The Beginning

 
When the new moon arrived,
followed by such glorious morning light
I let everything be as it is.
 
Here in this presence I delight in life.
I am quiet.
 
And yes,
I feel deeply absorbed
here, in the absolute beauty of stillness.
 
Here now, I am simple.
I am Being The Beginning.
I sit still. I face forward.
I stay at the beginning. 
 
Photo credit: SJ
13 November morning, Geelong, Australia.

Also thank you to Matt Kahn, at Sounds True One,
for teaching open-eye meditation. His latest book is called
'All For Love: the Transformative Power of Holding Space'
 
 
 


 
 

 

Friday, November 10, 2023

What Am I To Do?

If I would be like this tree
abundantly
displaying glorious green potential,
so very many seeds to share
everywhere the breeze is blowing
all the while knowing
there is great goodness.
 
Like a tree, I would be
growing every day
sharing a peaceful place to rest
knowing all of us are blessed 
to be 
connecting deeply to Infinity.
 
I see the tree, the tree sees me.
I whisper quietly,
What am I to do?
 
And so we see
my way to connect today
is to share the seeds that I have seen
and say, trust the trees you pass by
will give more shelter for our birds
and generously lighten many hearts.
 
Bless the trees. Bless all the trees.
Bless all the birds.
Be a growing seed. Start wherever you are.
Be a welcoming heart.

Photo: the Boxelder-Maple tree, acer negunda

 

Monday, October 23, 2023

Where Fairy Bells Dwell

Sitting with you there is simple joy.
It is a restful softening place.
As all around tomorrow
wild winds are billowing,
enough so, that fairy bells 
will chime through the long night,
and may fly away 
to beautifully carpet the earth.

So I lie still through the storms
then find soft layers of pink flower-bells
are gently warming other lands.
 

Sunday, October 22, 2023

Bobby

 
Bobby

Dear Friends,
This is post 667 
We have come a long way in thirteen years.
My delightful Spaniel, Bobby 
is resting in the warm spring sunshine.
Love and blessings 
Bee xo
 


Saturday, October 21, 2023

Some Green Space

In my heart, I bring all the weary ones
to this green space
this peaceful place with tall trees.
It is a short track back to town.
All around apples, pears and cherries grow.
 
So we walk slowly,
just breathing fresh air and being there.


Saturday, October 7, 2023

These Seeds Of Light

 
On a Sunday night, many many years ago
we went a long way 
to a flower-reading meeting.
You were working in the garden,
so chose to bring a dandelion,
clock-full of seeds.
 
After driving and arriving in the city,
you took a crumpled folded sparsely seeded
fragile specimen from your Levi jacket pocket.
 
I cheerfully suggested
you pluck a fresh flower from the street garden,
but you were content to keep yours.
 
When it was wrapped anonymously,
and later, a spiritual lady held it in her hand,
I quietly said,
Shall I write your message verbatim,
but, you said No.
 
You sat quietly in the hall
and listened to many readings,
but, you said nothing.

On our drive home through the hills, I said,
Did you understand your stem message.
The answer came in one word
when, you said Yes.
 
I recall, it was all delivered calmly
in metaphorical language,
presenting some words around possibilities,
perhaps, past challenges in your life
and also I thought, some coming promise.
But it seems you may be climbing ladders, 
reaching out, to uplift others passing by.
 
The truth is, 9 days later,
while walking along,
with your arms full of library textbooks,
you died suddenly, on a city footpath.
 
I lost you.
And I lost my wellness and some life force.
But in deepest grief, I was always lifted higher.
 
Time passes.
I grow abundant yellow dandelions.
Colorful Rosella parrots eat the flowers.
I eat the bitter and tender salad leaves.
Yet still, a Spirit Breeze 
spreads these Seeds of Light.
 
 
 
 
  
 

 

 

Tuesday, September 26, 2023

Inner Joy

I see this morning moon and the moon sees me.
There are increasing times
when I feel a calm wave of inner joy,
quietly flowing through my heart.
Curiously, this springs out of the blue.
 
May be an appreciation of a beautiful sky.
Possibly, even a passing glimpse into a bigger picture
or welcoming signs for new ideas.
Warmth cocoons me as I feel my heart center,
almost like a mother bird nesting in my hair.
My happy dog starts racing in circles everywhere,
as he is being pleasantly free
just looping through the shrubbery.
We smile together.
 

 

Sunday, September 24, 2023

Heart To Heart

When I close my eyes and go back in time
to where it was not safe for me
I see, with heartfelt simplicity,
that all was also, not safe for you
so I remember too
we mirror our shadows,
we yearn for the warmth of a welcome light
to wrap us through endless nights.
 
Now coming out to this new day,
everyday I always say,
first to myself,
then clearly to your faded face:
 
I love you
I am sorry
please forgive me
thank you.
May you feel safe
may you feel peace
may you be free and live with ease
 
When I live simply,
I know, feel, and truly see more.
We are all one earth family.
When we learn to free all beings,
then it becomes safer to share, to hear,
to nourish others and so to truly understand,
Love is all that matters.
Love is all that ever matters
Love is all that matters