Wednesday, August 31, 2016

Rolling Along

West Wimmera canola country
golden fields surround
travelling around
for days
buttons pressed up and down,
breathe in peace
let kindness show
it doesn’t matter
it is deep listening
you have come to learn
reading characters
just discern
but no need expressing
you came to heal
you have learned
what is real
enough to keep truth inside
the long, long ride
of searching and dissolving
of hearing and revolving
of coming and going
bright lights are showing you
the road is lit
the time unwinds
if that is what it ever does,
nothing real is ever lost
it is all free
there is no cost
lessons here and there
wherever you may shine your light
the path is golden bright.

(Written on the last day of winter, August 31, 2016)

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

May You Be Smiling

Like a bluebell
the rain has freshened you.
May your blooms chime gently
bells in spring,
may blessings be
so peace times bring
healing to the friends you knew
when the heavens sang to welcome you.