Rolling Along

West Wimmera canola country

golden fields surround

travelling around

for days

buttons pressed up and down,

breathe in peace

let kindness show

it doesn’t matter

what

you

know

it is deep listening

you have come to learn

reading characters

just discern

but no need expressing

what

you

think

you came to heal

you have learned

what is real

enough to keep truth inside

the long, long ride

of searching and dissolving

of hearing and revolving

of coming and going

bright lights are showing you

the road is lit

the time unwinds

if that is what it ever does,

nothing real is ever lost

it is all free

there is no cost

lessons here and there

wherever you may shine your light

the path is golden bright.

(Written on the last day of winter, August 31, 2016)

May You Be Smiling

Like a bluebell

the rain has freshened you.

May your blooms chime gently

bells in spring,

may blessings be

so peace times bring

healing to the friends you knew

when the heavens sang to welcome you.

 

S T R E T C H I N G

Yet

betwixt

between

the seldom seen

comes the possible

the probable

the opening

the advancing

the beginning

the living

the times which tell

the way to go,

the times which tell

who will

then know

what lies ahead,

what sits within

what calls your name

what invites you in

to all there was

you never knew

and all there is

beside you.

So open wide

and take the steps

the way you go

is lit with light,

the way you go

is within sight

and all you never knew

fills your heart

with what is true.

(Written in a dream message at 4.58am July 25, 2016)

Seconds later came these words:

‘Stretch ……………S T R E T C H.

Reach ahead………………………….’

Here Now, And Now, And Now, And Now

When will wondering

bring

the openness

and transparency in.

When will opening

bring

the sharing

with humanity in.

When will connecting

bring

our hearts of light

gathering in.

When will harmony

bring

the joy of being

we all will sing.

When will beauty

bring

the gratitude to all

for everything.

When will knowing

bring

the peace to each

who breathe life in.

When will welcoming

bring

the smiles to our hearts

as Love shines in.

Glistening

Blessings and Peace

Hello. I Am Here

Hello.

I am here.

I have come for you

to shine us through

to lead us out

to release old wounds

to open our hearts

to begin anew

to welcome us through

to being light

to being free

to becoming true to you and me.

I have come a long way

I have our friends

I have compassion and courage within

let’s go flying and begin

the best years we’ve ever had

we are lifted above

and energized with Divine Love.

Hello I see you.

Bring your little dog with you.

Bring your frogs.

And bring the jonquils.

We are nourished now.

(Written on June 28, 2016)

Thank You Kris Kristofferson For All The Freedom Songs

Happy 80th Birthday to you
 Kris Kristofferson. 

Born in Texas, USA 
Summer Solstice June 22, 1936

Photo courtesy Australian Geographic
Museum Victoria Butterfly Collection 

Full Blue Moon

I dressed you in the softest silk

with magnificent hues surrounding you

so you remember dancing days

when our garden did glisten with mist

as you and sweet Violet felt the kiss.

(Written with Algerian Iris on Winter Solstice Day, June 21, 2016)

 

The Whispering Way

Who goes there…..

the deer and the bear

through past entanglements

to God Knows where.

Lost in the forest

as an unlikely pair.

Comes the time

to rake the leaves.

Comes the time

after years of grieving

Comes the time

the old is leaving.

Comes the dawn

with bright, shining light

as the little Dear sees a new day

and deeply knows her living ways.

The fallen foliage has made a path

the heart beats onward

the breath is calm

the Animal Spirits light The Way

to every new enlightened place

to hear the whispers with blessed Grace.

Looking For Me

My garden heart

is growing now

the pain has warmed

my healing feels

it came from knowing

how unreal

things really were

until I retrieved her.

Hello I see you now.

Where I looked longingly

you were not,

where I searched

you were unseen,

where I lived

you had been

and now delightedly

I have found

the earth you tread is crystal ground.

The Love has come

to warm my heart

so wind-chimes bring

deeper resonance

by looking in

to where my story did begin

a chapter writes itself anew

as I let go of searching you

I found the Little One.

The looking child lost to me

found hope and wholeness in the happily

ever after.

I want you to know I see you. I love you.

You are deeply loved.

Singing Along

A few days will come along

sojourneying will call to you

and country roads will lead you through

the strangest times that do arise

and there you see before your eyes

the new

the clear

the coming to

the never seen

the opening-up

the spreading out

the singing voice

bursts right out into the air

and breathe you do

the time has come

and so you do

launch with jubilance the bright new you.

All the more there is to know

so listen deeply

breathe and flow…….along

in these precious days

with all the new and shining ways

to see

to feel

to know what’s true

your healing happens and life expands

you are released with Love

to shift along

create the new

and stretch to be

all you ever knew

but seldom saw

is here with you for Evermore.

And truth it rises high to lead

melodies on your sleeve

playing helps the new

soak in deeply and lighten you

as harmony is the song

you sing within

the fruit bowl is full so juice will spring

comes the blossom time to sing

comes the day and shines the sun

comes the Love around the centre

follow along

the purpose path

is light and bright and open wide

breathe in deeply

extend your stride

and lead along

you will find

purple flowers with golden leaves

butterflies floating on the breeze

hearts are sounding openly

come along to share with me.

(Written on May 15, 2016)

Waiting

Here and now

there and then

back we go to when

you were in a different place

and no one there

who you know now

and even so you know somehow

this is me

and you are gone

this is where

the winds have blown

this is where I am alone

and here I go to a new home

where life is simple

so calm and strange

and familiarity is not with me

and all around are views to see,

from different windows and different rooms

and I know this is a shell outside

who I am, no where to hide

no trees I planted or beautiful ways

to remember you as I pass my days.

Give me time I will adjust

I will move along when I must

I will wait, my time it comes

marching to a different drum.

(Written on Anzac Day, April 25, 2016)