Friday, October 25, 2013

Why Wish Your Life Away?

Are two twigs in the hand
worth the green from the bush,
I just wonder this
as through life we push
to get ahead,
go over the hill,
keep on running
we have lost our leaves
and there’s no energy reserve
stored up our sleeves!

So what is the answer
through the dying days,
do we cling to life
or wish ‘to pass’
over the hill
to the greener grass.

When I have a question
and an answer I seek,
I look to nature
and the cycles we see,
I look to leaves
and I look to trees,
I see the sun rise most every day
and I know if it’s cloudy
it has not gone away……
In its’ own time,
in a timely manner,
the sun shines again
and we harvest our yields
the grass becomes greener
in most every field.

And there are days
when nature displays
hard mountains
and hail,
floods and wind gusts,
but what comes through
these twists,
or bushfires and fear,
is the truth
that brotherhood is ever near.

There are helpers
and healers,
fundraisers and dealers
who rally around
to bring strength to bond,
so when I say nature answers each time
it is because our truth
is, we are all One……
What also comes to uplift our spirits
is human nature,
and the nudge of a horse or hound
or a bird on the twig,
there is life to greet
and if you lie,
‘wishing each day to die in your sleep’,
good heavens may open and your soul to keep,
or you may wake up
each morning, each day
and look out the window
and gratefully say………

“I am here in this moment
this life that is mine,
some have ‘passed over’ this day
so here am I,
for each hour,
each sunrise I see,
I am happy to stay
to witness the ebbs,
to witness the flows
and certainly know
in time I will go
but that is our story
our mystery
our glory,
to fade after flowering,
to wilt in the heat,
to slow-grow in the cold
or to Love and behold,
‘to wait my time’
to the fullness,
to love everybody
as if each day is our last,
to welcome the new
and release the past…….”

When we give up
the need to know
why things are
the way they are,
we will come to understand
that we do not need to know!!

When you have accepted
that some mysteries
are indeed most acceptable…….
Then the answers come,
from where they are now.

(Written on October 24, 2013 as I picked two ‘fern-like’ shaped Twigs of the Nandina, Japanese Sacred Bamboo.

To me these ornamental twigs have a unique beauty, as do these earlier stems which held sprays of beautiful cream flowers……… just as the last years, or days, of our earthly life are as equally precious, a sacred gift, as are the earliest ones.)

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Workplaces and Spaces for the Creative Elves

Where are you going
on this sunny spring day
and why are you choosing
to wander that way?
Well I feel there’s a place
that needs to translate
into an area
with benches and shelves
and spaces, just waiting
to welcome the elves!

A place with the fragrance
of patchouli and myrtle,
some sandalwood blends
with eucalyptus too,
so there I will go
to ‘make and do’.
Silk painting,
some wind chimes from keys
and down on the floor
right level with knees,
will be pots, and planters,
then coming up near my nose
will be candles
and canisters of all seeds to grow.

Outside under cover
will be a potting table,
with anything possible
and surely I’m able
to nurture the birth
of more beautiful plants
and give them a start
with a boost from my heart.

Look at the bagua
and decide this last space
will be a beautiful place
for your car named Pearl
and the spider called Earl,
the handyman tools,
more crates and more hooks,
think laterally out there
to set-up this look……..
Shift tables and shelves
to see
a fabulous area for floral work
where you’ll bring colour alive
so everything’s calling
under the sky.

Keep some books there
and some music to play,
a ceramic heater,
maybe a pulley from the ceiling
will add utility,
what a tremendous idea
all this seems to be.
So let me get out there
and move things around
to make Pearl’s garage
hum in the spring
and inspire creativity
to surely flow in…….

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

You Can Imagine How Happy I Was

You can imagine
how happy I was
to find you blooming here
your roots are crowded
and so is your crown
and blooming now
in this little town,
is a long, long way
from your favoured place
with rainforests, heat and no frost at all
but here you are growing tall…….

Your tones of yellow are creamy and golden
and the honeyeaters love you
like I do,
so every year I welcome you,
if only one flower comes to bloom
in my meditation corner, of the garden room.
And whatever your message to me today
I will listen now, to what you say……..

Go forward, not back,
no need
to venture yet along that track.
Keep writing, keep typing
and blogging new posts
and focus on ones
you value the most……
I will probably agree,
that ‘Fully Faithfully”,
needs more momentum
with this content to grow
as a Blogspot that many will visit,
and show
there’s an interest
in writing the thoughts of some plants,
or hoping you’ll come
to further enhance
the acceptance of nature spirits,
as this,
is for only a few,
but we know you value all that we do……
So Bee is it time?
to let this just sit?
You post to blogs:
Come Blossom Come Fruit
and Pink Love Shining,
each day or two,
so we will bring
new messages to you.

(Written on October 14, 2013 with Native Frangipani flowers: Hymenosporum flavum)

Until We Know?

When I look at you
what I see
is someone who is
so very tired
and not so sure
what lies beyond
the present shore.

And I don’t know
what to say
that may help you feel
some certainty,
we all just need
to believe
that there is more
beyond the plains
and heavens voice will call again,
and as we slow
we seem to know
that ‘lifting’ melody we hear
will carry us over
to a memory
of a peaceful place
we’ll be blessed to see…..

So take heart and know
there is always more
than can be seen
from the current shore.

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Remember Dear Soul.......

Oh look at you first Jasmine bloom
Oh joy your fragrance fills my room,
as blue skies are bright outside
and nothing dead
ever dies…….

Well you may say
that’s just not true
but if you do
then all I say
is, that I am thinking
another way.

Even if my garden plant
looked as dead as dead plants do,
there would be life
somewhere in nature
composting roots, or picnicking
on the tune the old plant sings….

I indeed was very sad
burying my hound in her grave,
wrapped up sweet
with tucked in feet.
I wept to think of cold, cold nights
and when the rain fell on the mulch
I wished she was still alive
and knowing she
was on, the other side
I let her go
as a friend did say
“Happy the dead the rain, rains on”,
and I felt better, becoming strong.

You see, we have our time
and we share our life
and maybe sooner, maybe not,
maybe later, maybe not
there may come our time to leave this plane
and travel on to ‘we know not what’
but let’s believe it’s a picnic spot,
a beautiful place to rest a while
and remember our loves
and send them smiles….

So did Jasmine tell you this today?
or was that red leaf having a say
as you pottered around amongst the flowers
talking to beetles and ‘ducking’ the showers.

Well the red leaf looked very bedraggled
and not a perfect specimen,
but you picked it up
and then you knew
it had a message,
a message for you.

So little Eucalyptus leaf
you’ve been blown here from far, far away
and what I hear you now say
is, “whatever the life,
whatever you do
the only way to know yourself
is be grateful for all the lessons you learn
and remember dear soul
when it is your turn,
there is no place to ever fear
as love permeates into every sphere
and never is a soul alone
always a welcome, coming home”.

(Written on September 26, 2013 with a spray of pink Jasmine and also a very chomped or partly mulched, red, narrow eucalyptus leaf)