Lasting Remembrance

Come Blossom Come Fruit

Volume 5

Bee Porteous

 

Sky-Blue Simplicity

 

This winter season

I am looking into burning embers

glancing out misty windows

where every view, every year clearly shows

little blue flowers together again

simply growing in the rain.

 

And long you have gone

as long I miss you, so well I remember

your joy just to see, a posy of simplicity.

 

Flowers: Forget-me-not: Myosotis sylatica

Message of Lasting Remembrance

Photos: Bee Porteous

 

 

Befriending

The time has come,

again, and in every present moment

to open your heart to your self

and choose this time

to care for your inner one,

the universal one

always waiting for when

one chooses to catch the glimpse within

and begin

befriending.

 

Be it with the wind,

the sand between your toes

the 'come and goes' of change and woes

the time, good times may arrive

the way to see opportunities

to be who you came to be,

the one traveling all the seas,

the one on the path of love

beginning by,

being your own warm and caring gentle friend

who comes to know you

and learns

to listen deeply to your heart beat. 

 

Photo credit: Lions Roar online newsletter, 2022 
 

Opening To Higher Skies

Crossing The Lines:

I see these lines in nights of dreams

I call them up to learn

that they were gifts of life to help me grow,

ways that came so I would know

that these, I no longer need inside of me.

So respectfully,

I raise them up to be free.

Quietly liberated.

So that they and I honorably fly,

releasing peacefully to the skies.

 

With deep witnessing I came to know

to welcome joy to live within

where all those pains had been.

 

In the middle of this winter night,

I found the ways to let things go

and now I truly deeply know

that I am here to learn through joy

and may that be true

as I have found my way through

and see how, as I set pain free,

all the ways you assisted me

to release mind-lines

and just let all things pass eternally. 

 

Written in dream journal, 5am, July 3, 2023

In The Pink

Pink Lake being pink Summer 2015 and pinker in Winter 2018

BP photos: Pink Lake, Dimboola, Victoria, Australia

Welcoming Whatever Comes

Light dances all around

pixies play as blue skies arrive to greet this day

and all along the way I stroll

something brighter calls to me

as I keep on stepping over tracks

going further along

not wondering where

but knowing truly I will be there 

arriving.

Hour by hour and steadily strong

this day is where I belong

and tomorrow I will be somewhere else

but always here, and happy to be

welcoming whatever comes my way

at any hour of any day.

 

There is peace encircling me,

Love is a certainty.

Light is ever present and joy is gently rising.

Blue sky is the color I see

though the sky may change outside of me. 

Photo credit: Australian Geographic Travel,

Great Egret in Wetlands of Northern Victoria

 

The Cloud Of Forgetting

We dream with the ears

we dream with the tears

and through the years

we feel the toxic shame that came

and we learn again

as through the centuries,

it comes so it does

to go where it must,

and it is up to us to trust

it is not ours to keep,

so we must let it go,

and sleep the long sleep in peace.

 

After the longest drive through life,

we arrive in a safe place of grace

Surrendering all to pure hope and Love.

Now,

there is peace beneath the shame that came

and joy shines in to bring the cloud of forgetting.

Written on the Winter Solstice June 22, 2023

 

Introspection

 

"That is the Introspective Process - 

If we are true to our feelings

we will be rewarded with an Insight, that will help us live."

Mark Nepo - Poet and Philosopher

 

Somehow

I put your photos in a very safe place

but when I went to see your face again

you were hiding, as you always were,

and I was waiting,

as I always was for you to reappear.

At sometime, 

I placed you for safe-keeping in a book,

so I have been looking.

But which one? I have thousands.

 

I remember choosing a favorite book.

It was one I thought I would take with me.

Somehow the lost are found,

we will wait and see.

Photo: Dumbo Feather online newsletter 31/3/2023

 

And So My Precious

We healed our hearts

when we touched our deepest pain,

and Yes, Dear Love, 

in another world we will met again.

 

You just keep slowly breathing in
in the hope to come
one day the breath will fade
and where you land will be safe,
and the faces looking deeply into you
will accept the life you walked this time,
and love and holding hands will bring
the peace you searched for all along
the pebbled ways you traveled on.
 
And so My Precious, now I let you go
it was the way we trod upon,
it was the sky above that lead us on,
it was the flowers and the autumn leaves,
it was the breath of life from every tree,
it was our love of gentleness and gratitude,
now you and me, may truly see.

For a time we lost ourselves, 

but in the final years we found
the silent places of sacred ground
and strength of heart to let go,
to free-fall from within,
to see brighter lights behind the veil
where graceful healing angels sail.

(Written April 29, 2023)

 

Soft Moss Places For Our Souls To Sit

I know we share

loving kindness and hearts that care,

so many tears we weep to water moss

create softness

as places for our souls to sit,

to rest,

to be expressive in deeper ways,

to brighten light above the haze.

 

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