What I Know

When I am feeling low

and rising at 3am on a wintry night

my quiet tears accompany me

and I see

how still I hold my breath.

Still I need to consciously

help myself just breathe.

 

When I am slowly breathing out,

I gasp for air.

My heart is warm in my chest,

my hands are cold

my feet are warming

in a mohair rug wrapped around

a sense of some fragility.

 

What I know and always will,

is I am not alone.

My soul loves me and I love my soul. 

 

I wish my immune system knew,

I am a safe place to land.

I am loving the earth, and all around

nature lifts me to see I truly believe,

I am a peaceful being.

 

*Who do I want to be? 

*What is important to me?

I just must remember to breathe.

 

I feel I trust my life is much healed,

so I feel much joy in many moments

and most often most days

 

but why does 

my silent breath

fly away? 

 

Birds fly

and breathe 

at the same time 

 

I pray I will deeply learn

how to Simply be

like a bird

soaring high in the sky.

 

I wrote this yesterday, June 18, 2026, in the early morning,

after walking back home from a local coffee bar.

*Questions inspired by Jeremy Hunter PhD, and Sounds True One.

 

Photo credit: Martin Allen bird photography,

Scarlet-chested parrot, Neophema splendida

June 6, 2026, Australian Geographic Travel online.

 

 

 

 

 

Once Upon A Time

Once upon a time, 

I floated off somewhere to another land

and saw my Granny feeding ducks

and all around the pear trees grew

and everywhere I was looking through

windows in the shrubbery

and I saw paths winding,

as far as I could see.

 

And across the fields, there was the sea

and surprisingly,

ships were lined-up across the broad horizon

and the tide was in.

So I know

ships were rising,

because it is true:

A rising tide lifts all ships.

 

But there were no ducks upon the sea,

as they were on the garden path

following me,

and quacking with a joy to see,

happy ducks and happy me.

 

Life is blessed with Simplicity.

There is no need to change the plan.

But when waiting patiently,

all will come to be resolved

and babies grow, becoming old,

and all there is will one day be

all we need to cross the seas.

 

And now I sit underneath the trees,

feeding pears to the ducks with me.

 

(Written July 23, 2025)

Photo by BP: Ethel Spowers, linocut,

Overtures, 1926 (1890-1947 Australian Artist) 

 

 
 

The Storytellers Prayer

"May all the words

that need to be heard

 be spoken,

and may all the words

that need to be spoken

 be heard"

 

The Storytellers Prayer

 

This was passed onto me by Liah Lamb

See the Sacred Geometry mandala of this flower.

 

 Photo credit: Echinops bannaticus, 'Blue Glow',

 which has architectural strength.

Lambley Nursery and Gardens, 

Ascot, Victoria, Australia, May 2026  

 

The Listening Room

Yesterday I heard you listening.

Your trunk was burnt black,

your leaves and branches gone,

except for those as high as heaven.

 

In conversation, I clearly said:

"I am thrilled to see, oh marvelous tree,

more regrowth high above."

 

So I attuned to your Listening Room

as you whispered back to me: 

 

"And everything is connected." 

 

 

 

Your Treasure

A radiant warmth,

an almost hidden red glow

where there is an old trunk holding-safe. 

Stay awhile and just be

just noticing what you see

maybe, possibly

a jeweled ruby nestled here within me.

 

"If there is a ruby inside me

there is, a ruby inside you too." 

 

"And everything is connected."

 Old Mountain Ash Eucalyptus Forest Tree

 

Happy Winter. It is very wet here today.

So I am connecting close-up,

this time with wonderful old tree trunks.