Sweet Little Periwinkle

 

I found a little flower
with a lovely song to sing 
and graciously it smiled to me
and there was everything
the light 
the blue
the seeing you
the shining face
the simple shape
the turning wheel 
the healing green
as beautiful as ever seen.

 

Hello Dear friends

It is spring in South Australia, and I feel I need a lift

after all the storms and wild winds 

and the loss of another dear loved one this week.

This little poem has been with me 8 years

and I feel like re-posting it from 2017

 

I come today to share my simple way of looking

at my little flower friends.

Love and peaceful blessings to each of you,

Bee xo 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Those Tender Words of Rumi

Today I participated in a Stone Ritual, 

Drinking the Tears of the World

and Sharing Our Sorrows, with Sounds True One

community and founder, Tami Simon,

lead by Francis Weller,

the author of "The Wild Edge of Sorrow"

 

These were the words by Rumi, 

that Francis Weller read - To Close the Ritual 

 

"Those tender words we share with one another,

are stored in the secret heart of heaven,

one day, like rain,

they will fall and spread,

and our mystery will grow green across the earth."

 

Photo credit:

Lambley Nursery, Ascot, Victoria, Australia,

online newsletter, January 2025 

This remarkable Rhubarb relative grows wild

in the Sichuan mountains of western China.

Rheum alexandrae will test the skills of any gardener

but is worth the effort.

What is life asking of me?

What is life asking of me?
Listen deeply

Share the message we share to share
We are not here to go anywhere

We are just in this place 
to be a calm face
a cheerful smile
a space between
the daily race of life's doings

just to simply be openly receptive  
to feel within

 

and everyday begin again
in a space to be in a peaceful place

 
a place to be open to
all around which sings to you
to hum a tune 
to save an ant
to water life

and live quietly
honoring nature and sitting with trees
 
All is always well
when you retreat 
beyond a deeper seat within

and from there 
begin again to share
all the love you will find right there

Breathe
Smile
Pause a while and walk on
step by step by step
Peace is every step
Every smile shines a light.
 
Blessings, love and peace,
Bee 

Written at noon on August 22, 2025 
Photo was taken of a winter-blossoming pear tree

in a country paddock 7 years ago. 
 

The Gatherings

The gatherings.

Those we gathered as friends

those we let go of again

the mists, the rains,

the clouds, the skies

the hours and hours of lifetimes

lived,

learning we are all here

just to love, and to forgive,

to bring our hearts

to start again,

every new beginning.

 

Written on August 19, 2025  
Photo: Bee, Pink Magnolias, Adelaide Hills

A Gift From A Deeper Place / Close Up

This is a deeper verse, 

which came on June 4, 2019.

I thought I was

'looking-on from what could be',

but most possibly the student was me. 

I even called it Close Up.

 

Last summer,

I memorized the poem,

just to recite expressively to myself.

And now I know how I got here.

Close Up, was a gift to me, 

which I openly share,

as a gift to all from A Deeper Place.

 

 

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 with 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 deep and honest verse is expanded here

on August 3, 2025. Written June 4, 2019 

 

 

Velvet Petals

Now I live in treasured spaces within.

I glow in radiance with the flowers.

I like the lightness of the day

as in my life I say:

Both joy and sorrow

travel this path with heart

and so we grow

expressing the inner Self 

we have come to know.

Be soft, be gentle,

be tender and kind

Rest your heart in velvet petals. 

 

This is a re-post of my verse from November 2021 

 

And There Is Light

Comes the bloom of the Winter-sweet

comes the greeting to my grief

comes the day with pale light to shine within.

Comes a new beginning.

 

Every moment starts again

sweet fragrance drifts

Love whispers softly to the morning light

I see shy flowers

until spring will bring new leaves

when the sun shines gloriously.

 

This is a re-post from June 28, 2020 

 

Finding My Voice

 

Like a pilgrim on a path
a hermit in the mountains
I sat beside the tree and listened to the rivers,
I walked across the plains
then hiked over hills until
I saw my truth resting on a boulder
I set it free openly
releasing all my untold stories,
looking-in upon myself
reaching out to heal my way
finding voice to truly say
I forgive you,
I forgive myself.
Repression never heals a life
nor does, keeping peace by covering lies.

If you want to hear sweet birds
whistling in the grasses,
let your truth sing a melody
let all around bring their voice
let harmony sound so hearts rejoice,
let peace reach deep into the night
where fireflies fill the skies.

Ask yourself "Can I do more?"
to heal the future, to swim to shore,
to float on waves and share with all
a heart which is willing to
transform old past,
holding high the inner light
of a mystical lamp in a long dark night.

This is a re-post of a poem I wrote

on Christmas Eve, December 24, 2016

 

Home Safely

Hello Precious

may blessings be with you 

Today is the Winter Solstice

and I know our delight

when the exquisitely fragrant flowers

of the Winter-sweet greet and meet you

so I wonder now

how this scent will rise high to your skies.

 

Here I ask myself and you too

to quietly ask

What is my deepest sense of safety?

 

What is my deepest sense of safety?

 

I trust now you are warmly embraced

and you always sleep safely 

in ever-present heavenly-peace and calm.

 

My heart is with you. I miss you. 

 

 

 

 

A Joy Within

Hello to you

beautiful rose geranium

like a posy on a stem

you are beginning again

at a time after when

all has come to be revealed

and all you knew has become so real

that now I see as far as sky

with golden birds flying by

and tiny wrens visiting when

the rain has soaked into the earth

and autumn leaves are all around

nourishing the grateful ground. 

And here we are

sweet flower and me

a fresh clear day with a soft wet petal

and looking like raindrop tears

have landed then disappeared.

 

You see and so do I

that only good comes from our sky

and only good will remain

when we begin

tomorrow from a fresh new start

where all we know and all we love

comes from all that ever will

come to be

surprising

 

a joy within as we look outside

all we have decided not to hide

as time releases the dust inside

and angels stay beside

to teach us about Life

'And So It Is' is wise advice.

 

I give this little flower to you

precious Mother you saw it through

and now I know because of you

'We are all One' is all that's true.

 

Written June 6, 2025 with this floral offering,

Blessings and Peace

Love Bee xo

The Green Bridge

You know

we go

with you.
Some days

when the grass is wet
our way

is slow

to follow
as you walk ahead,
but all is known
though

nothing is said,
a candle lights above our head.

A painting by Ethel Spowers (1890-1947)
The Green Bridge 1926

 

Thank you for your comment

I am grateful to know
the serenity flows to you.

This card I found in a gallery.

The geese and the shepherd lady

called me over,
then I wondered why

there is all grass but no blue sky.

The edge is right upon her head
and then I wondered

until she said,
'I am walking with the geese
they are content and so am I
we all know there is a sky.
Just see the scene and feel serene.'

And I do.

May you do too.
The photo, is of a card and a painting.
It is a beautiful offering

to those who are shepherds in their day,
simply leading the way.

The little poem was posted April 14, 2019,

and called The Bridge.
I wrote it spontaneously,
whilst I was looking closely at the card.

This is a re-post of one of my little treasures.

With love Bee xo

 

Being And Seeing

Look closely

Tread softly

Hum quietly 

Today I see new light beaming

to greet a Jasmine star shining.

The Ones With Me

Dear Friends,

This winter here in South Australia,

is leading to Spring with the Jonquils, Daphne, Violets,

Camellias and French Lavender all looking cheerful.

And as I naturally live my life, deeply connected to the flowers,

trees, herbs, weeds, animals and birds,

it is happy news to share that I have started 2 more blogs,

and you can link to them through viewing my Profile

here at my main blog, Come Blossom Come Fruit.

 

Come Blossom Come Fruit  

www.comeblossomcomefruit.com

Please click on any of my 5 blogs when you view my profile.

 

Pink Love Shining 

pinkloveshining.blogspot.com

 

Fully Faithfully

fullyfaithfully.blogspot.com

 

To Flower Within

toflowerwithin.blogspot.com

 

The Ones With Me

theoneswithme.blogspot.com

 

I intend to share verses from The Ones -

The Masters and Beings of Light, 

Spiritual Masters and my Spirit Guides, Animal, 

plant and nature spirits and benevolent helpers,

seen and unseen - 

instead of compiling a book of selected poems.

Please click on any of my 5 blogs

when you view my profile.

 

This is a re-post from August 3, 2021

Blessings and Peace, Love Bee xo

 

 

Our Everyday Place

Time does know and time will  tell
the only place to always dwell
is in the space
that Love for all does embrace.

 
Written on June 6, 2019 and this is a re-post

A Deeper Seeing

In contemplation

I pray for love and grace
for those known

and unknown to me
and then I see.
You by the waters edge
forgotten words
your forgotten pledge
as you say,
I will love you forever.

That was the start 

and that was the end


as emptiness was there.


Where were you?


I see through now.


Let Love come, and words go


let the tide ebb and rivers flow


let kindness bloom as flowers grow


let angels on this day


row that ancient boat away.


Blessings and peace, this Easter Sunday,

Love Bee x

This is a repost written on April 16, 2020
 

Boundlessly flows the river, just as it flows

"Boundlessly flows the river, just as it flows.
  Red blooms the flower, just as it blooms.
  Distant mountains without limit.
  Green upon green.

There is a true-ness and a thus-ness
to the flowers blooming and the river flowing.
There is life in its vast contours.
There is you and me along this path.

There is a world.
There is a world in need of support,
of love, of holding, of honouring.
There is a world deserving of honour and love
and care for each and every sentient life.

There is the river flowing with care
and the mountains vast with honour.

There is love and respect,
for each and everyone of our lives,
- for my life and yours."

This is a Zen Saying
And this is the Zen Bell in my garden.
 

Dilly Dilly

There are no lilies in bloom today

but Miss Lavender sings her song for you

and little wrens are everywhere.

It is a joyous time for them to play

after the first rains on Easter Day.

April butterflies have flown away

they will come another day.

 

Easter blessings and peace, love Bee xo

 
 

Poet's Heart

We live in a world torn between
wanting to listen to the sound

of a flower growing
and wanting to ignore the sound

of the sky falling.
 
By sometimes being sensitive enough
to the first process
we acquire the energy necessary
to prevent the second.
 
- Author unknown -

 

This is a re-post originally posted here on July 17, 2021 
 

Oak Tree

To be beneath this tall Oak tree

and simply feel all strength in me

is my calling coming true

so this heart is feeling brighter

as here on a grassy green

I lay down my weary tunes

in places where the frost has been.

 

And fading traces of windy storms

are erased from peripheral fields

as autumnal life

now seems to fruit like new acorn nuts

borne in protective cups.

 

Oh the glory of being in the wide open spaces

of Mount Lofty Botanic Gardens, in Crafers, South Australia 

 

Come With Me To See

I wish you all may be

here with me to see this sky so blue

with the green trees just waiting

to colour their leaves,

and all around, is welcoming visitors to explore,

to expand,

to just wander over the grassy land.

 

This is the place to be, 

where on this summer day,

I feel the ease of the Mount Lofty breeze

uplifting me. 

 

I drove up here through the long heatwave.

Sometimes we need to lose ourselves

and find a place like nowhere else

to hide away,

to while away,

to simply nourish and renew ourselves.

 

I took this photo in the extreme mid-day heat of February,

in the Mount Lofty Botanic Gardens, Crafers, South Australia 

 

Dear Friends,

I appreciate you being here with me.

It was a long hot and dry summer.

But thankfully, I returned from serious immune anaphylaxis

and am so happy to be here in my simple life.

I did re-post some of my poems, in those resting months.

I now have strength with an Oak Tree and photos to share soon.

Love and blessings,

Bee xo 

 

 
 

Viola And The Violets

Pure grace

sits with each shy flower,
she sings a song to light the sky,
the violet crown opens wide
and all the love for deep inside
is with you.

The quiet times,

low to the ground
are where the petals softly seek
to find some Ones and lift their hearts
higher than they feel within,
but true to all who see
their beauty in the green,
whose weeping tears are not unseen
but are rising now to form light mist
for all those missing being kissed.

I live with the violets.
Always did and ever will.
They call to me,

they help me grieve
what I know and do perceive,
for violet paths are lined with hearts.

 

This was written June 2, 2019.

It is a re-post to Come Blossom Come Fruit

When Candles Shine

I thank these mauve crocus

for being 'the shining ones'.

My quiet companions who rise

while the soil is warm and the sky is light.

They are silent.

They are bright.

They are a community of flower souls

to shine their saffron lights.

They illuminate all gentle ones

who wait 

until the call is heard

to go deeper.

 

We are here,

to share and care for others.

Possibilities are seen when a tiny white bud

comes through the dry soil.

I am deeply heartened every year

and delightfully I cheer to welcome the crocus

as they present a new community

inspiring me to see

that even after a fiery summer,

the brave will show the way

and sing the call of beauty

with grace and hope today.

 

This is a re-post from Match 18, 2020.

So far, there are 14 crocus stems this year.