Love In The Mist

When old sad stories

come to view

and seemingly we fade,

take heart Dear Ones

Grace calls again

and only the love remains,

 

Only the love remains

Only the Love remains.

 

Written December 8, 2018

Who Sits With The Flowering Moss

Soft and gentle was the way

to enter into this spring day,

hard and strong does not belong

where the worms work and live, 

where the heart dwells, 

where forgiveness brings 

blessed peace to sleep.

If I were a bird flying by
I would see the green and know
a landing pad lies below.

I see now, as above so below,
as we live, so we go
further along or to and fro,
rolling over hills or falling off cliffs,
we think and we drift
we sink or we lift
up, to a higher place.

We sit with the mossy bank,

in the forest with the trees.

Be with us please. 

 

Written September 2020

 

Dear Friends,

This is a re-post for the times we are in. 

I took this photo 9 months after this area was scorched black by wildfire.

The native trees were destroyed, the wildlife and birds were gone.

I wept when I found this moss healing the devastated earth.

Love Bee 

Close Up

Remember when

you dressed my wounds

and told me then

you would always love our times together

but that was never

what it seemed

as you were always

leaving.

And returning
but not really here.
You were bleeding
all over the place
and never facing
what was true,
never being the real you.

Sometimes you still
call in
to see
what is going on with me.

Here today is my plea.
Hear me.
Stay a while
and listen to my heart beat
come in closer and really meet
Trust
Honesty
Tolerance
Gentleness

What Joy that would be
Defenselessness for me to see,
Generosity to give away
all you value here
and Patience now and for all time,
Faithfulness and an Open-mind.

If every word was ever heard
Love would sing and light would bring
a truly wondrous way to be
living with Simplicity.

This came to me on June 4, 2019

As a student I find different ways into the verse.

This is a re-post from 2019 with a photo taken on November 14, 2024
at Mount Lofty Botanic Gardens, Crafers, South Australia

The Light Within

In the gold is a bag of gold

and lo and behold I am told

it’s always there.

Abundance flows

and he who believes is she who knows

and in this light and all around

there is gold dust to be found.

And where you seek is in your heart

and where you dwell is within

and there within

in your heart center

is the one:

your life mentor.

So go within and there is gold.

Spread the precious dust you find

to all around and leave behind

anything that no longer is

an essence of the way you feel.

Bring yourself to the well

and presently she who is

is she who dwells.

So here you are happily

being yourself and being free.

The gold, it’s true is inside you,

the well it sits within

so draw your life’s flow

from the bubbling stream

and light will shine

so leaves will gleam

and flowers are the gifts for you:

petals soft and colors rich,

this is the way of Nature’s gifts.

Bring yourself the gems there are

and share the light from every star

and live the way your heart knows true

so being yourself is healing you.

Written with a single rich magenta colored,

tree peony flower on October 13, 2014

It was the first and the only bloom.

This photo was taken in a windstorm,

and the verse came to me

as I saw the golden pouch-Doctrine of Signatures,

when I uploaded the image on my camera.

 

This is a re-post from Come Blossom Come Fruit,

October 2014.

Glorious Flowers For You

 

 

Candle Larkspurs blooming today

in Mt Lofty Botanical Gardens, Crafers, South Australia

 

 

 

Moss Is Mostly Silent

This is seeded moss

being mostly out of sight

and likely in-between

where it was in the winter rains

or where it may flower again.

 

You know there are possibilities

of one day 

being in a moss green place

where you see someone in a forest 

so you may silently pass by

or maybe

feel invited to sit, rest, and wonder why.

 

Stepping Through

There are times when we are 

just walking by under a blue sky

and a sign steps you sideways

changes that day

and the next

as what you thought was the best 

to follow along on your path

was suddenly shifted to become

a few days where you go elsewhere

and answer a call out of the blue

to help someone else

and to support them through

in ways you never dreamed

to change all that was

to all it may help us be

clear to surrender what had mostly been

a life that came to include

someone who was not there for you.

I see it differently now

It was not us, and it was not me

who created his life

as he always was and continued to be

nine years old it seems.

 

So I came to be with you 

to farewell your Dad from this life,

from all the times he abandoned you,

we come to see 

in his lifetime, new ways were not to be.

We may now go on and leave him free.

 

And we know now,

we are shown new paths to follow

with love surrounding us

so in our hearts we may remember

a few times when we all had fun

sharing a brighter love.

Who Sits With The Flowering Moss 102

Who sits with the flowering moss

We sit with the mossy bank,

in the forest with the trees.

Be with us please.

Moss is such a glorious species with soothing

colors, textures, delicacy and plumpness.

It is soft

It is tender

It is gentle

Go quietly by

Love and great kindness be with you.

www.comeblossomcomefruit.com

Who sits with the flowering moss 102

We do -

We see deeply into the grass

Our good feelings last

Now we say -

"We freely walk on. We can handle this"

Spirits ride beside us.

Beloved Dad, Happy birthday to you, 102

Blessings, Joy, peace, ease, and great Love, B xxxoo

 

Access

 

"Spurt into the space you are facing."

 

Spurt - to show marked, usually increased,

activity or energy for a short period.

 

This is the waking message

I received

to boost creativity in my Bloom-Room

 

Access

Start now

One thing at a time

Then the Next One

Handwashed For Years

Over the years I have received

many family handkerchiefs

embroidered beautifully

which have safely stayed with me.

 

I have shared your grief and genes 

my gardens are the beauty

of all our previous plants and seeds.

My life has come to flower

on the paths that came for me

so I happily

take your hand-washed cloths

into this life I see.

 

My gratitude is tender

my love does deeply ride

along whatever comes my way

so often-times I cry

and oftener in every while

I weep to let me smile.

 

But life continues

as we are here a certain time

so it is often how it is

'many things are tucked-away' inside

a special container in the chest

where we save our best.

 

So they stay

there for comfort in sorrow

and then

we hand wash them clean

press them flat

and fold them neatly back

into that place until we face

more occasions in the morrow

where some home beauty in the every-day

helps us wipe our tears away.

 

Dear Friends,

I thought a long time about handkerchiefs,

from our ancestors, and those found

in homes, boxes or drawers.

Some end-up donated to the opportunity shop.

 

Folk told me they keep the best

to use at funerals, though most often

any tears were held for private times.

People hide their feelings.

They make cups of tea

and become 'the jolly one' in the sad times.

Most women told me

they use everyday hankies, 

and good ones stay in their handbags.

 

Anyway!

I use my Mums, Dads, Grans and Nannas

and I know, in life, Mum, Dad and I

used them most, and held them close.

Love Bee xxo

 

 
 

Healing Inside Out

That church bell

is wringing slowly

with a million miles 

to go

 

everybody

every -  body

is going slow

 

Some of them know

everything

every -  thing

has its own time

to cross the line

to Glory.

 

We will know

when we know

 

we will go

step - by - step

 

Just bless the strain

Bless the rains

 

 

Part 2

I am running 

for cover

with my gloves in my hands

 

Will the flowers

still bloom

if the room

is empty

and I go to the forest

and I call to the trees

Take cover

shelter your leaves

please. 

 

(This literally was a sleep message on September 9th 9/9

with the healing theme of defenselessness)
 

I Smile To Your Heart

Oh Mr Spoonbill

I smile to your heart

for there is always

this deeply simple lift of spirit

to be walking slowly by

as you are stalking

or just slowly walking through

the early morning reflections of this day.

My smiling heart reflects

this stillness you perfect

so let all peace shine-on strong in you.

 

Photo Credit: SJ, Great Egret, Geelong, Victoria, Australia 

Tell Me One More Time

I took this photo on September 26, 2024 

as I was playing one of my favorite songs,

on endless repeat and singing,

and also had been writing an eulogy,

in retrospect, for my Dad and Mum.

And yes it was 2 days before Kris died,

in his home in Hawaii, on September 28, 2024.

He was 88 years old.

So I was bringing us altogether

one more time, like the old days.

And next day I was playing 'This Old Road",

another in that trilogy of albums,

the other being "Feeling Mortal".

The framed poster

of Kris Kristofferson with his guitar at the 2008

Live At The Olympia Theater- Dublin, Ireland,

is one of my collection, and came with the CD

'Closer To The Bone'.

It has the lyrics which are rolling on the rhyme.

So brilliant and quintessentially Kris, 

and why I repeatedly love singing with the album.

'Tell Me One More Time',

 is title of song by Kris Kristofferson.

 

I have been buying and playing his albums since 1971,

and do listen very often so I know all the lyrics.

I saw him solo live in concert in Adelaide in 2019.

Here are some words written yesterday on abc.com.au

"As with so many of Kristofferson's songs,

he whispers in your ear from some kind of warm

and transcendent philosophical place, 

offering comfort, perspective,

and the possibility of hope when all is lost.

'For The Good Times',

is a masterclass in empathy and simplicity,

being able to capture

the most complex angle on the human condition,

all with a few well-placed words.

I'll be listening to these songs forever."- Henry Wagons

 

Blessings, peace, truth, freedom and big-hearted Love,

will live on for The Pilgrim.

My heart is deeply grateful for all his creativity 

and deep soul expression.

Love Bee xo

 

Blue Light And Blue Skies

Today your Lilac

is gloriously blooming

in the sky above your small grave.

As I walk by many times,

all the gnomes are always present

while little pixie friends play.

 

I reached some flowers.

See them here for you.

Butterflies now grace our garden

as golden dandelions shine,

I see you resting in the violet leaves

of where you came to be.   

 

There is blue light with me at night

as I lie in a warm bed

listening to blackbirds singing in the dark,

calling the dawn of morning.

 

My heart is with you Bobby, and the lilacs.

This is my 700th post to Come Blossom Come Fruit.

When I started here in August 2012 Poppy, my Italian Greyhound

was with me constantly, so, in my deep grief,

many lovely verses came to me when she died

in early September 2013.

 

 

 

 

How Did The Doves Nest Just Arrive?

I breathe

I grieve.

Yesterday I think of nests,

garden birds landing beside me

as I stand among the flowers

blessing your little body in the soil,

feeling slow, as I ponder where to plant alyssum

and wonder when

I will have more able strength

to do what helps me sing and everything.

Twas from last Autumn to this current Spring,

the trees came down,

the flowering creeper went away

and I found myself 

grieving their loss and mine.

Now your love of sunshine

heartens me on this cold day

as blue skies above

brighten our little flowers with the gnomes.

Something happened overnight,

or with a magpie's flight,

as an empty very feathered nest

is resting in the violet leaves.

It is a sign that things appear

even though no tree is near,

it has joined your graveside place

and the birds are with me

as they were with you

when warm sunshine shines through.

 

(Written September 16, 2024)