Green Lights The Way Today

The poor man went long ago

and left the stroll of your inner flow…..

 

Now in this time

you belong to each new day

to follow through in natural ways,

to sing more songs and twirl along

to weave and leave the past behind

to rise above and wait your time

as listening will deliver more

than you have ever heard before.

So clear and fold and file, 

recycle, share and give away,

as life will bring to you the joys,

the colors and new ways to be

happily free to see

the light, the truth, the way

given you to walk today.

The Wheels Of Time Go By

If I ponder 

and I often do,

I go somewhere else with you.

 

If I were to wonder

and I sometimes do,

where would we be

if not, for you

leaving

when the winds of time

expired,

and around the time I felt 

a beginning coming

or possibility of eventual joy,

you left this world

and I

lost my breath

and strangely knew,

after all the years of you 'shooting through'

I knew this time, you would not arrive

back on the scene, in the same form of life,

or in the to and fro 

as when you 'breezed by' in the come and go. 

So on this new misty day,

I know the fog will lift

softly you will drift past in the clouds, 

waving down at the long ago,

when and how you always knew,

this life would never be

where you stood still, beside me.

 
 BP photo: Eventually, I found your bike in Lenswood

Becoming Golden

I am an autumn leaf

I am the flowers at my feet

I am the feathers found upon the ground

in a garden graced with nature spirits.

Pixies dancing in the laundry basket,

joy as a golden Frangipani shares

the final bloom before the frost.

 

Our joy will rise to Easter skies

and Love will shine from land to sea.

I feel the soul of every tree, inside me.

 

Written on Good Friday, April 7, 2023

Artwork credit: Religious resurrection event

in the style of European late middle ages painting.

This is entirely computer generated image

with the usual image editing/manipulation

for final composite. No references used,

not based on any real painting from the period.

From Blonde To Silver

Long years ago

I left my home

believing it was the only choice

given me

but indeed

now I see with clarity.

 

Just leave your lover.

 

Just save who matters

 

Go.

No.

 

Just Quit The Job

 

and stay and stop the day work.

 

Yes. Stay.

 

Just continue to be devoted to priorities.

 

Stay where you are,

 

Stand strong 

to ride the tempestuous waves

to call truth

 

just shut the shop.

Just stop home.

 

Be there where you always were

and define the curbs beside the road.

Put down those heavy, heavy hidden loads.

 

Keep the children safe from harm,

dismiss all others to find their way

owning all the carpet dust,

just speak up loudly when you must.

 

 

Credit Image: Sydney-Smith-Full,

Lions Roar online August 2022.

Illustration to May We Be Safe, by Barbara Gates

 

 

Here Comes The Light

Every year my joy rises with the thrill 

as Autumn Crocus come to call

and from this patch of soil

arises a stem here and there

and then Violet Light just everywhere

this color beams-up to shine so bright

truly inspiring my pure delight.

 

My Friends The Flowers

When little flowers smile at me

I say Hello and I listen.

I heard one whisper, Where are you going?

So I sighed and replied,

Oh, just slowly walking Home,

I went to hear the musicians play

twas a lovely interlude in this day.

 

My friends the flowers watch me pass,

we wave farewell and travel on

here one moment, the next we're gone.

What Is To Be

This is the little lake on the last day of summer

a black water hen is duck-diving in the ripples

time passes ever so quietly

as the sky floats by

look again tomorrow

when maybe autumn brings sunshine

to peg my clothes on the line.

Some days are fine.

All days are always 'What is to Be'

the lake is lake,

the sky is free to be whatever breezes easily

so I will contentedly be me.
 

Precious Gifts

It is a joy for me to see feathers

placed randomly

as little birds fly by my garden

leaving smiles in the tall Easter-daisy blooms

or a long blue tail feather under the fruiting crab-apple tree

as the parrots depart the party. 

 

At other times the empty twig-nest

falls to ground after winds

so there is a perfect container to place

one from here and one from there

where the sky community share sacred space.

 

Brave Souls

Brave souls are alive,

taken for a ride,

like the blossoms blown away

in the winds of spring

when everything is whirled around

and finally it settles down,

a little higher off the ground.

Brave souls do know

nothing stays the same,

changes come to claim

the present,

open this gift

go deeper not wider, go deeper.

The gains come, when within us,

we choose Willingness.

Willingness leaves the way

wide open for the new, new day

when traveling brings you within

when the truth you seek

is where you meet your frightened self

and look to see

not who abandoned you

but who did you abandon too.

 

When all you ever need is to see and know

there is only Love, or the Call for Love.

Choose once again.

The soaking spring rain will regenerate you

to see the fruit growing

to see the peach reach maturity

to see the summer harvest shine

when you and yours combine

when I am you and you are me

and All Is One is how we see

the fruiting trees strengthening

as every change of season brings

summer, autumn, winter, spring.

Part 2

Along the way through our lives

there comes the time when we say

I wish there was another way.

We traveled far and wide.

We had picnic days our own way,

but comes the day and comes the time

when we reach what seems to be

'the ending line'.

Some brave souls know the way to go

is not wider horizontally

but deeper,

deeper where the soul can see,

that immersing with our shadow side

heals old patterns much denied,

so when we rise from that dark night

the wider plains do not entice

as we have lived the valley life

and going deeper led us to

the Real me and the Real you.

We looked for love where it always was,

but life changes and ways transform

so in these times we are shown

to go the distance and see the view,

the mountain top is calling you.

Old patterns fade in the sun

old ways were once leading us

but if we want the Love that's true

then see the one who looks at you

and surely see the call for love they show

never knowing what you see

not being you, or being me.

We come from One and finally

when this life is passing

and the bridge lights up

it is Peace and Love that lead the way.

Going deep will heal old ways,

the tourist route unravels

so our life is blessed when we know

the road less traveled is the way to go

Home to Love where life is simple

and the tender heart rests knowingly.

You will find what is missing

when you look in the right place and realize:

 

You had it all the time 

Only Love Is Real

 

I wrote this and published it on October 14, 2018

This long answer I received in my sleep. 

Yes, it is long.

A good life is long. 

Testing relationships seem long.

For the deeper reading on - The Healed Relationship -

It is A Course In Miracles Text Page 337 in the Vinyl Edition, 

or page 362 in the Hard Copy Single Edition.

Published by Foundation For Inner Peace.

It Is A Lovely Thing

I wish hearts grew on fences

sharing colorful cheer

like the lovely thing

of wearing hearts on our sleeves,

or growing 'violet-lawns' with heart-shaped leaves.

Maybe plant chamomile daisies to skip upon

to start greening the barren ground

with possibility to see more beauty around.

 

Let us all paint a heart on the fence 

or a love card for the fridge,

a song in our heart,

a new season to come

please lift our caring hearts

to share goodness in community

to widen some smiles

knowing a wink may flavor the day

or warm faint hope along the way.  

 

Photo: from tarabrach.com

 

Here Where Hearts Are Humming

I say, I gave myself away

I never saw myself

I was lost

the silent

the nature child

I was the natural explorer

the garden dreamer

the flowers friend

the dogs companion

the one 

who was the one by a tree, a lake

and I loved creeks and ponds,

forests and birds

a sweeter sound was never heard.

 

Now I sit with the chimes and I am delighted

when my heart just hums with them.

 

Now, here, near the almost silent trembling

so simple, so graceful,

never imagined or barely seen

a soft breeze of life eases through me.

I see the chimes vibrate and tremble.

as the soothing deep and low tones 

are whispering

yes we know the humming is nourishing. 

In another hour, or another day

they may shimmer in sunlight,

bringing pure delight to witness like

the gentle calming of a babe in arms.

 

Here unbelievably,

my visible trembling ceases to be.

Here. Here In My Heart, I feel Safety.

 

Inner Spaces

When there is mystical space in my heart,

when I feel contentedly light,

when a calm day is appearing brightly

I find a quiet place to write 

so words come through me.

Often I am in the garden with 'you'

picking a flower or two.

This day the apricot roses are flowering

so I placed a few for you,

in a teacup on my desk

then sat to rest.....

I looked into my kaleidoscope

and heard you whisper "Marvellous"

as we know this is handcrafted from Huon pine

with colourful gems shimmering within.

 

Gazing through to the window light

I feel like floating to your Heaven.....

My Precious,

you live in every treasure,

each bird call, flower, tree and shrub,

in my verses, our books, our songs, our life!

In so many ways,

in our beginning and our final days,

we were so courageous and brave.

My love is with you, B  xxo

 
 

I Wonder Who? Thank You

In the lucid dream I hear

from another place and time,

"Sorry"

 

Who was that I wonder then,

as I am yet to learn where and when

so I say "Bless You" 

as universally I am sorry too.
 

I Sit A While with Chamomile

 

Oh Chamomile, my healing friend,

when I planted hundreds of tiny seeds

I was surprised to greet you so soon

and drink 9-daisy-flowers in herb tea

that surely soothed and uplifted me.

 

So to you here I want to say,

these flowers heal in many ways

and even heal their companion friends 

growing in gardens beside them.

 

They help ease inflammation,

digestive, kidneys, and nervous system.

I hope to plant a chamomile lawn 

as it grows as you tread upon it!

 

My photos: German Chamomile - perennial herb, 

with blue healing essential oil

When Healing Words Arrive

"The teacher of God

 accepts the words which are offered him,

and gives as he receives.

He does not control the direction of his speaking.

He listens and hears and speaks."

 

........."And what he hears 

may indeed be quite startling"......

 

.........Judge not the words that come to you,
but offer them in confidence. 

They are far wiser than your own."

Manual for Teachers - A Course In Miracles volume 3 -

The Foundation for Inner Peace

 

Photo credit: Mirabai Starr: Author of 'Wild Mercy'

 

 

 

 

Bless My Soul

'Bless my soul', I hear me say,

'this is a beginning day'.

 

You welcome a new life along the way to joy.

There are easier days when all is well,

when life is flowing,

as you sleep more hours in blessed silence.

 

Flowers grow abundantly.

As autumn calls to calm, we birth anew,

so higher Love rises too.

Call to All Grace you pray to see

radiating harmoniously.

 

This photo is the Cosmos radiance,

looking as if the glorious bloom is floating.

 

The Star Of Heaven

Be a light unto the world

Be the love that life enfolds

Be the Bringer

Be the Giver

You are the star that Heaven holds.

 

Merry Christmas

Joyous Blessings for New Year 2023

This is the Day Lily in our Christmas Garden.

Greetings to all, 

Love Bee and Bobby  xo