Glimpses Of You

You have gone

but I do remember you.

You still come shining through

on a winters day

and never did you say

I am going away.

 In a whisper, you ask

'What is the time?'

Silent last words I hear 

as in a glimmer

of the passing light

you went.

I wept.

The angels sang

as you will live again.

All Peace and Love is with you.

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The Sentinels

The colony 

seemingly 

has dissolved.

I found three 

quietly near the tree.

 And faithfully

I do know

they will flower when I go.

They know

I will call again.

I know, they too

 will have disappeared from view.

One budding Green Spider Orchid

Beam Me Up Buttercup

Hello Buttercup
my sweet delightful friend.
I am happy to greet you
as I go trailing through this forest
looking for the vanished.

Yes the orchids seemingly dissolved
but here you are
shining like a Lemurian star.
So I will sit awhile and listen to 
what stories are coming through.

It is years and years
since my field was full
of beaming buttercups 
and now I find you by a trickling creek
as I seek
the little ones
having fun hiding.

Oh happy day to see you
ever so bright and cheerful too.
 

Reaping

If this

 is my day of harvest,

in what fields

 have I sowed the seed,

and in what unremembered seasons?

Kahlil Gibran (1883 - 1931) from "The Coming of the Ship"
 

 

Creating Space For Serendipity

For years and years I think I am
clearing clutter but then again
today I see
my journal list seems to be
going on forever.
It is so relative
to what is coming into here
and what I need to clear.

When loved ones leave this world
some 'letting-go' needs to flow
and also
in the coming in
is the wondering when
do I end and begin again.

I have a Bloom Room.

As there is no garden shed,
my garage protects 
my car
my dog's paraphernalia, 
my tools, my lamps
my study notes
my florist gloves
my potting-pots
my posy bench
my spot to store the summer table
and other things I am not able
to keep inside my home.
They never roam
but stay neatly
on the shelves and hooks,
until I look
at what is mine to keep,
or what is "just asleep"
and has really had a place
where we now prefer more space.

Yes I do this every season
and there are reasons
more has come
but now I know and have begun
to clear again.

Much was given to the Quakers
yet the 'more" is from life stages
and through the ages,
information I needed to know
to qualify and grow
to buy a home
to map the roads
to heal my body and save the codes.
All safely placed in bright containers, 
labelled for prosperity
or if I ever need to find
the Allen key to set me free.

So beautiful tins and lovely things,
ribbons, bows and hand-made cards,
silk painting and special arts
may stay for spring
but now
I will look again at every thing
and say goodbye 
to what does not bring ideas that 'zing'   
in a happy, creative, lateral or useful way.

 


 

With The Angel

Walking here

is to me

the place to be

with our Landscape Angel

watching over every creature

every bird is heard

every echidna is hiding

but there may be grey kangaroos

 watching through 

what seems to be 

a tangled lot of shrubbery.

But I do know

and I have seen

the difference

when the flowers bloom,

as colour comes to greenery

when the sun shines warm

on the scenery.

This place

 has been here centuries

where 'the standing people'

are the trees,

the rarely seen black cockatoos

are sometimes heard high above

as I meander along the forest floor

I see delightfully so much more.

Every leaf has symmetry,

a witness dwells in every fern,

the old and gentle

teach and learn

so my heart is open

my feet are free

and all above is lifting me

Higher.

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Calling Me With Telepathy

Letting go

I feel my simple breath

is enlivening me

the maidens walk with me

the ferns so green

the earth so damp

the sky above is lightly blue

as here I am with some of you.

 

These ferns

  shelter a colony

of tiny budded antennae

green spider orchids 

 soon to timely be

 flowering perfectly.

 

When I return

your old, old tree

will be standing tall 

as new Spring rises

and as fairy wrens play

  our forest sings to all each day.

 

I hear you listening too

so in my new awareness

comes deep understanding

weaving freely into me,

our fears are gone,

communication is strong

and life is lively far beyond.

 

Here today we see clearly,

listen deeply

and call to the awakened ones.

Our day has come. 

Green spider orchid buds among the maiden hair ferns

 

 

 2 apart orchid buds around the wood

 

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Sweet Daisy Days

When all the world

 goes around and round

 the butterfly

is still a while

beauty goes

where the daisies smile,

 silent blooms may sway
 as softness graces our day.

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This Happy Place

Daydreaming

while the water sings to me

the daisies bring simplicity 

the grass so lush

and in the hush

my frog friends forgive me

as over many years

I thought of little tadpoles

I had taken from muddy ponds

to save somewhere

 away from there.

Playing

 by the Yarrowee

I whistled to each bird

and followed every bee.

Now habitats surround me

so every frog I see

is happily living free.

I won the charity bid for this framed print

so tears of joy rolled down my cheeks 

as this delightful

bright green-grassy fresh

children's book is here to rest.

The art comes the children's book

called "All The Ways To Be Smart"

Written by Davina Bell

Illustrated by Allison Colpoys

Scribble Publisher 2018

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Photo Credit: Prudence Upton. Wilcannia

 

When Winged Ones Come

Flutter-by

butterfly

here today

 gliding by

comes tomorrow

fly away

 through the sky

far across vast lands

migrating Monarchs

know the way

I never heard them say.

Awaiting their arrival

here in Australia 

the forest 

is as quiet 

as silent wings in the wind,

rising on thermals

and descending to roost,

over 90 incredibly long days

with habitat along the way

disappearing everyday.

Bless the beautiful ones

where ever

and

 when ever they come.

I trust us all

 to keep wildflowers

 growing by the wayside,

a place to rest and feed

over straight line distances

 of up to 3500 km

but actual off-course distance

 may be up to 7000 km.

Information from:

"Monarch Butterflies:

Saving the King of the New World"

by Phil Schappert.

Photo credit: Sue Allie Page 76,
 then B Porteous took the iphone photo
 of Monarch butterfly image

Published Key Porter Books Limited. WWF

Printed in Canada 2004

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Dissolving Into Deeper Earth

Deeper Earth

I went within

deeper than

 before beginning

the dark of purple

the rolling over

around and through infinity

you were with me.

I was dissolved,

rested,

gifted and blessed,

lighter than before

 home from exploring 

I sit on earth

I sit with you

We went up,

 down, over and through.

Now

 settled and still.

24.44 minutes of Earth Breathing

Thank you to Sounds True

somatic guided meditation with Reggie Ray.

Free download available 

www.soundstrue.com 

Twirling With You

Even on this winters day
every flower has a way
of singing to the sky
until I walk by
to bring
 beauty and delicious fragrance
indoors for dancing. 

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