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. 

 

Colouring The Outback Sky

 

Top photo: Michael Greenslades, Australian Geographic Travel.

Thousands of Budgerigars, flying over the Nullabor Plain,

South Australia.

 

Below photo:  Chris Watson, Shutterstock
Desert Budgies wheel over a waterhole in the Australian Outback.

 

This Dawning Morning

I have a deep sadness

that dwells in the depth of my being. 

I release old stories

I live close to nature

I am a healer and a mystic

I know I feel whole, and I know I feel broken.

 

God I am so tired.

My body has a frailty I do not understand

I live in the present holding the light.

 

I found myself

I found my father

I nurtured my mother

in ways, she did not know, or understand. 

 

I feel I am slipping away this day,

and all around are blooming flowers,

quiet ripples and gentle rain,

as a new day has come again.

 

So, I will go on into this one.

 

This is a re-post from December 2020 when I heard the poem.

 

Roses Are Red Eyes Are Blue

He came as a lovely 'visitation',

dressed up and neatly shaven, 

never ever did he look this calm

as when he touched my arm

and slid beside me

on a street-cafe bench-seat.

 

They say you know when grace arrives.

You hear the words singing through 

the silent lift of spirit surrounding you.

 

And then his face was very close.

His shirt was the white linen best,

that one he wore,

when he was laid to rest.

He looked so well, his eyes were blue.

I looked into his face and said,

You are not dead?!

 

I remained still.

I was so happy to see him.

Then, the last lingering vision,

was that these new-blue eyes 

were wearing?

the wonderfully white linen shirt!

 

With the 'knowing' of mourning,

this joy will be

within me.

This is a re-post from that day in November, 2021

First I only saw the up-close face, then

as the image faded I saw the linen shirt.

 

To Be A Poem

 

"I believed I wanted to be a poet,

 but deep down,

 I just wanted to be a poem." 

 

Jaime Gil de Biedma

 

Photo credit:

Dan Gray, Graynoise.com.au
 

The Good Is What Works

 "By following the right Guide,

  you will learn the simplest of all lessons:

 

"By their fruits ye shall know them,

 And they shall know themselves."

A Course In Miracles TEXT

Foundation For Inner Peace

Lead Kindly Light

  

Yes I look deeply at the flowers
I listen to their whispers,
I cherish every bloom
I gather for my room.

And as every season comes and goes
I love to share my joy,
even if I only send
a photograph to a friend,
the bloom will sing
and everything will be shining.

What I share with you today
is this absorbing Lilac Light,
which called me over like a distant star
guiding and lifting my day,
each petal, in the beauty way.

To be with Lilac is for me,
the greatest joy
the softest smile
the gentle blessing, as I pass by,
fills my heart and scents the sky,
so as there is an angel singing,
I hope my words will boost the bringing
of this simple star,
from over here, to where you are.

May kindly light be with you.

May you feel some comfort and know
how flowers have the answer to the question.
In quiet times,
all things come to pass.
May you know peace in your heart.
 
This is a re-post, of a verse written with the Lilacs in my garden, October 2019

Those With Wings Sing

I come this way 

with you today

I come to hear you cry.

Your sobbing comes

the weeping stays

the crying starts for days and days.

The wailing has all been within.

The rain has come, monsoons begin.

And previously,

it all has been silently.

Strangers help.

They do their best.

This time in life has been a test

to breaking point

to release your pain.

"Go to sleep again"

some man said two nights ago

and he will never hear or know your story.

Glory, Glory.

You are not his 'Calling'.

Seems appalling.

Now deep within comes your healing.

This is not your deepest sorrow,

this, brings the sign

tomorrow comes.

Here comes tomorrow.

Feel your sorrow.

Raise it higher.

Every tear-drop on the floor 

brings the river to your door.

Brings high Spirit to sit with you,

leaves old fears to wash away.

 

This day will lift you to the sky.

Blessings be my precious one

I know, you are not alone.

I pray with you this very day

on tears you swim away.

Peace begins.

Your heart does sing.

Now I am awake.

I sit with you.

I hold your hand from across the land.

Please understand

'there is no place far away'

we are all with you This day.

Blessings, Peace and Love

This verse woke me up at 1.32am today,
April 17, 2018

I re-post this 'Song' today January 4, 2025,

as my precious mother died over 6 years ago

and I continue to release sorrow

with my mother, my-Self and our ancestors. 

 

The Singing Bird

Before dawn and evening tide

my local blackbird friend

flies high into the Melaleuca sky

to sing her song,

her glorious song

and I know we all belong

in the flowering gardens of life.

Let us unite.

 

May we sing

may we bring the light we have to share

and hold it high to travel far

through the skies of life wherever we are.

 

Let us share our songs around the world

Let love come in and gentleness bring

new days to peacefully gather and sing.

 

Love and goodwill be with each of you,

wherever you are under the stars, 

Blessings and peace,

Bee xo

 

 
 

Love In The Mist

When old sad stories

come to view

and seemingly we fade,

take heart Dear Ones

Grace calls again

and only the love remains,

 

Only the love remains

Only the Love remains.

 

Written December 8, 2018

Who Sits With The Flowering Moss

Soft and gentle was the way

to enter into this spring day,

hard and strong does not belong

where the worms work and live, 

where the heart dwells, 

where forgiveness brings 

blessed peace to sleep.

If I were a bird flying by
I would see the green and know
a landing pad lies below.

I see now, as above so below,
as we live, so we go
further along or to and fro,
rolling over hills or falling off cliffs,
we think and we drift
we sink or we lift
up, to a higher place.

We sit with the mossy bank,

in the forest with the trees.

Be with us please. 

 

Written September 2020

 

Dear Friends,

This is a re-post for the times we are in. 

I took this photo 9 months after this area was scorched black by wildfire.

The native trees were destroyed, the wildlife and birds were gone.

I wept when I found this moss healing the devastated earth.

Love Bee 

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 came to me on June 4, 2019

As a student I now find different ways into the verse.

This is a re-post from 2019 with a photo taken on November 14, 2024
at Mount Lofty Botanic Gardens, Crafers, South Australia

The Light Within

In the gold is a bag of gold

and lo and behold I am told

it’s always there.

Abundance flows

and he who believes is she who knows

and in this light and all around

there is gold dust to be found.

And where you seek is in your heart

and where you dwell is within

and there within

in your heart center

is the one:

your life mentor.

So go within and there is gold.

Spread the precious dust you find

to all around and leave behind

anything that no longer is

an essence of the way you feel.

Bring yourself to the well

and presently she who is

is she who dwells.

So here you are happily

being yourself and being free.

The gold, it’s true is inside you,

the well it sits within

so draw your life’s flow

from the bubbling stream

and light will shine

so leaves will gleam

and flowers are the gifts for you:

petals soft and colors rich,

this is the way of Nature’s gifts.

Bring yourself the gems there are

and share the light from every star

and live the way your heart knows true

so being yourself is healing you.

Written with a single rich magenta colored,

tree peony flower on October 13, 2014

It was the first and the only bloom.

This photo was taken in a windstorm,

and the verse came to me

as I saw the golden pouch-Doctrine of Signatures,

when I uploaded the image on my camera.

 

This is a re-post from Come Blossom Come Fruit,

October 2014.