Nurturing

Lovely Lavender 

present

here

with your angelic wings

your 

compassion brings

great caring

warmth

comfort 

and

harmony.

Every soul 

rests with you,

every body

feels restored,

every mind

indeed receives

 clarity.

We are renewed

by your

glorious colour,

 truly healed

and deeply soothed

with your fresh

   floral fragrance.

 We are regenerated

by Mother Earth's

great goodness.

I lead the way

and say

Thank you Great Mother

Thank you gentle flower

Look closely into these

and you may see 

the auric beauty.

It is like an invisibilty

 in the stems

on the right side

 of this HDR photo,

and around the tiny flowers

of the close-up..

(I took this photo today,

 early on the Ist May, 2018)

 

So Silently Littlebee

"Long ago the end

 was written in the stars

and

 set into the Heavens

with a shining ray

that held it safe

within eternity

and

 through
 all time as well."

From:

 The Epilogue.

Manual For Teachers 

A Course In Miracles -

Foundation For Inner Peace

More Yin Than Yang

Poets
 write
 of dappled light.

 I pass by

this nice old fence.
 I see the maple tree.

I ask a melody
to sit with me.

Dappled light
 appears to be

vanishing

like
 the autumn leaves

 before
 a winters night.

 

Sitting Still

When I see you

in a terracotta pot

shining in the sunshine

and happy in your spot,

I come over closer

to breathe your spicy aroma

and I am still.

In your Stillness, so am I

inspiration sits with me

as Dianthus teaches

Simplicity.

- o O o -

When Heaven Is On Earth

Your heaven eluded you.
What could I do.

Now thirteen years
have passed
and some think Heaven is where you are.
But all these years later
Heaven is where
I am Now.

Heaven is the Oneness
I have found.
The Presence,
the Upper Realms,
while I am grounded
the connection
found like never before,
you,
are closer now.
Believe that
somehow.

Always hiding somewhere
until I saw you
walking through
a corridor,
ready at last to explore
friendship
mediumship
a glimpse to your call from the ladder.
You were gone ten days later.

I was ready to follow you,
but it is true
guides brought you
to share visions
and I found my self
higher Faith
for goodness sake.

I find my Self,
then found the Presence
I see everywhere
in every tree and every flower,
every bee and every hour.
Every thing I look upon
helps me feel
eternally strong.

And so, on this anniversary
of a lovely weekend with the trees,
I share,
the Love that's always there.
I no longer wonder
where you are.

I know Heaven is where we are.
You up there
and me down here
with clarity, everything is clear.

- 050505 -

(Written today, April 22, 2018 for you)

The Beauteous Presence Of You

Beautiful

is my heart's morning cry.

Fruitful

is my life's evening smile.

Sri Chinmoy

"Heart-Songs"

Hazelden Publisher, USA 1996

- oOo -

Lifting Our Spirits

Beauty

Presence

Lifting

Wings

Remoteness

Spirit sings

Rising to the upper realms

Shining white

Welcome light 

Autumn day

Before the night 

 

 -oOo - 

This photo of White Cockatoos

was taken a few days ago,

 by Stuart Porteous,

in the remote outback -

Northern Territroy, Australia

 

Oh Joy

Oh Joy

A tiny feather gift

 is here for you.

It was seen

 in the little 'wishing tree',

where surprises come

occasionally.

Gently left

 by the honey bird

with her song to be heard

around our world.

Another gift to see,

'the wishing tree'

has smiling faces

shining pink

with a rainbow link.

For All Of You

 -oOo -

Those With Wings Sing

I come this way 

with you today

I come to hear you cry.

Your sobbing comes

the weeping stays

the crying starts for days and days.

The wailing has all been within.

The rain has come,

monsoons begin.

And previously

it all has been,

silently.

Strangers help.

They do their best.

This time in life

has been a test

to breaking point

to release

your pain.

"Go to sleep again"

some man said,

two nights ago

and he will never

hear or know

your story.

Glory, Glory.

You are not his 'Calling'.

Seems appauling.

Now deep within

comes your healing.

This is not

your deepest sorrow,

this,

brings the sign

tomorrow comes.

Here comes tomorrow.

Feel your sorrow.

Raise it higher.

Every tear-drop on the floor 

brings the river to your door.

Brings high Spirit to sit with you,

leaves old fears to wash away

this day will lift you to the sky.

Blessings be

my precious one

I know, you are not alone.

I pray with you this very day,

on tears you swim away.

Peace begins.

Your heart does sing.

Now I am awake.

I sit with you.

I hold your hand

from across the land.

Please understand

'there is no place far away'

we are all with you This day.

Blessings, Peace and Love

(This verse woke me up at 1.32am today,
April 17, 2018)

 

When Do Little Fish Swim?

Said the younger Granny
to the Great Granny,
"there is a pain I see inside of you.
"Is it true?"

The old white-haired one, said
in a voice so queer,
"No, my Dear"
But she wasn't clear.

So the younger Granny asked for more.
She wanted to explore.
"Precious One So Dear,
I look to find a way to help,
I feel you carry fear?"


"Is it you who wants to die,
and travel up into the sky?"

"Is it you who wonders why?
Why you are so old."

The Mama replied,
"Yes, why do I stay so long,
when everyday my pain is stronger.
Younger,
young,
older,
old,
my time is just too long.
I am so weary now.
I shared my life, my story told."


I answered "Yes. You did tell us much,
but the gaps you buried
from those childhood years,
and the real life along the river,
are the threads
that knitted pain."

I continued ....
"The old pains that did not bleed.
The deepest pain is in your knees,
in your face and in your heart.
You cannot face that all again, 
there is no need now to start.

But do, just say, to yourself....

"I remember when I lost my voice,
and never, ever would say the words,
I hurt. I need help. Help Me."

The Great Granny-Mama said, 
"I do not know how you know,
but probably that is true".

"I will breathe more kindness in
and I will know,
although, I am very old,
this will still remain inside,
but I will ask for help to come
to lift me higher."
"I do feel lighter.
I do feel brighter."

And I heard, it said again,
in a voice from over 'the other side',
in the Nanna voice of
A Great, Great, Granny who could recite
the little story of the little fish,
and the man upon the bank I see,
and the little boy, with the fishing pin,
"Swim Little Fish, Swim"

And so, now as I look over the river bank
I see the old man,
the little fish,
the faith returns to light the sky
and I sigh.

Blessings be to the old story,
The Nanna on the other side,
and the Great Granny
walking on the river bank.
The troubles all have sank.
The currents have moved along.
I trust your heart is high.
Do little fish swim in sky?

Swim Little Fish, then swim.

I bring on this day, April 15, 2018
my adaption of an old poem

With Blessings and Great, Great Healing please
Bee xxx 

Look At You Sweet Blue

By the roadside

tangled and dry

I look again

at you Sweet Blue

and see

your quiet lovliness

your soft petals

your shining face

as you rise and shine

above the wild grasses.

It is ever so lovely 

to see you this day.

I wonder if you sing?

I will come by again

to sit with you and listen.

I bid you good day

sweet lovely flower
changing every hour.

Silently and Softly

Listening within

silent

whispering.

The edge of unknowing

clinging

despair,

how can I go there.

I try to help with Holy words -

"Ask and you shall receive"

But how?

I want to leave.

And when?

So weary is my caravan.

So weary this old body.

The Edge of the Unknowing

seems to be

impossible to leap.

This to me is

A Leap of Faith.

- oOo -

The Silent Song

The hummingbird in You and me

the hummingbird is all I see.
The nest it brings
this little bird
the red flower brings
its hovering with tiny wings
and I wonder
how and what it sings.

Wondering
has this tiny bird
a voice I may have never heard.
And yes
and yes,
so just to see it flutter in
brings my heart to sing.

There are times
seemingly when
the fragile body has tiny faith
so silent whispers
seem to be unheard.




Though I am here to tell
as witness of the hovering

 the gathering

the sipping hope
the spirit lifting
the flowers gifting,
be there some tiny fluttering

where there will come the faith

to sing from within. 

Little Eastern spinebill honeybirds

 visit this Native Mint Bush.

I took a photo of a purchased bird photo card

and the card photo credit: Rob Chiarolli 

Along The Way Replay

Passing by

Bo Peep Road,

and through the Pyrenees,

abundant trees,

going past more wind turbines,

then the windmills of the Wimmera.

Oh Joy, 

I see the Pink Lake shining

near Dimboola.

I am not driving off

to Lameroo or Pinnaroo.

I am going through

 the Murray lands

in the hot day sun,

then reaching west to rest.

Home is best.

On the roads for 18 hours

passing by, 

where many lands

are extremely dry.

But here and there,

to lift my spirit,

I view, looking through,

to a wide and misty lake

and for some minutes

I sigh.

I say,

I could live just here

with this as a daily view.

 No photo here to show you.

As I was on a freeway

speeding into my long day.

Beautiful views

bring stillness

when we are still.

There is blessed stillness

off the road,

here at Home.

-oOo -