Why Wish Your Life Away?

Are two twigs in the hand

worth the green from the bush,

I just wonder this

as through life we push

to get ahead,

go over the hill,

keep on running

until,

until

we have lost our leaves

and there’s no energy reserve

stored up our sleeves!

So what is the answer

through the dying days,

do we cling to life

or wish ‘to pass’

over the hill

to the greener grass.

When I have a question

and an answer I seek,

I look to nature

and the cycles we see,

I look to leaves

and I look to trees,

I see the sun rise most every day

and I know if it’s cloudy

it has not gone away……

In its’ own time,

in a timely manner,

the sun shines again

and we harvest our yields

the grass becomes greener

in most every field.

And there are days

when nature displays

hard mountains

and hail,

floods and wind gusts,

but what comes through

these twists,

or bushfires and fear,

is the truth

that brotherhood is ever near.

There are helpers

and healers,

fundraisers and dealers

who rally around

to bring strength to bond,

so when I say nature answers each time

it is because our truth

is, we are all One……

What also comes to uplift our spirits

is human nature,

compassion,

sixth-sense

and the nudge of a horse or hound

or a bird on the twig,

whatever,

wherever

there is life to greet

and if you lie,

‘wishing each day to die in your sleep’,

good heavens may open and your soul to keep,

or you may wake up

each morning, each day

and look out the window

and gratefully say………

“I am here in this moment

this life that is mine,

some have ‘passed over’ this day

so here am I,

happy

for each hour,

each sunrise I see,

I am happy to stay

to witness the ebbs,

to witness the flows

and certainly know

in time I will go

but that is our story

our mystery

our glory,

to fade after flowering,

to wilt in the heat,

to slow-grow in the cold

or to Love and behold,

‘to wait my time’

to the fullness,

full-bloom,

to love everybody

as if each day is our last,

to welcome the new

and release the past…….”

When we give up

the need to know

why things are

the way they are,

we will come to understand

that we do not need to know!!

When you have accepted

that some mysteries

are indeed most acceptable…….

Then the answers come,

from where they are now.

(Written on October 24, 2013 as I picked two ‘fern-like’ shaped Twigs of the Nandina, Japanese Sacred Bamboo.

To me these ornamental twigs have a unique beauty, as do these earlier stems which held sprays of beautiful cream flowers……… just as the last years, or days, of our earthly life are as equally precious, a sacred gift, as are the earliest ones.)

Workplaces and Spaces for the Creative Elves

Where are you going

on this sunny spring day

and why are you choosing

to wander that way?

Well I feel there’s a place

that needs to translate

into an area

with benches and shelves

and spaces, just waiting

to welcome the elves!

A place with the fragrance

of patchouli and myrtle,

some sandalwood blends

with eucalyptus too,

so there I will go

to ‘make and do’.

Silk painting,

card-making,

some wind chimes from keys

and down on the floor

right level with knees,

will be pots, and planters,

then coming up near my nose

will be candles

and canisters of all seeds to grow.

Outside under cover

will be a potting table,

with anything possible

and surely I’m able

to nurture the birth

of more beautiful plants

and give them a start

with a boost from my heart.

Look at the bagua

and decide this last space

will be a beautiful place

for your car named Pearl

and the spider called Earl,

the handyman tools,

more crates and more hooks,

think laterally out there

to set-up this look……..

Shift tables and shelves

to see

a fabulous area for floral work

where you’ll bring colour alive

so everything’s calling

under the sky.

Keep some books there

and some music to play,

a ceramic heater,

maybe a pulley from the ceiling

will add utility,

what a tremendous idea

all this seems to be.

So let me get out there

and move things around

to make Pearl’s garage

hum in the spring

and inspire creativity

to surely flow in…….

You Can Imagine How Happy I Was

You can imagine

how happy I was

to find you blooming here

because

your roots are crowded

and so is your crown

and blooming now

in this little town,

is a long, long way

from your favoured place

with rainforests, heat and no frost at all

but here you are growing tall…….

Your tones of yellow are creamy and golden

and the honeyeaters love you

like I do,

so every year I welcome you,

if only one flower comes to bloom

in my meditation corner, of the garden room.

And whatever your message to me today

I will listen now, to what you say……..

Go forward, not back,

no need

to venture yet along that track.

Keep writing, keep typing

and blogging new posts

and focus on ones

you value the most……

I will probably agree,

that ‘Fully Faithfully”,

needs more momentum

with this content to grow

as a Blogspot that many will visit,

and show

there’s an interest

in writing the thoughts of some plants,

or hoping you’ll come

to further enhance

the acceptance of nature spirits,

as this,

is for only a few,

but we know you value all that we do……

So Bee is it time?

to let this just sit?

You post to blogs:

Come Blossom Come Fruit

and Pink Love Shining,

each day or two,

so we will bring

new messages to you.

(Written on October 14, 2013 with Native Frangipani flowers: Hymenosporum flavum)

Until We Know?

When I look at you

what I see

is someone who is

already,

so very tired

and not so sure

what lies beyond

the present shore.

And I don’t know

what to say

that may help you feel

some certainty,

we all just need

to believe

that there is more

beyond the plains

and heavens voice will call again,

and as we slow

we seem to know

that ‘lifting’ melody we hear

will carry us over

to a memory

of a peaceful place

we’ll be blessed to see…..

So take heart and know

there is always more

than can be seen

from the current shore.

Remember Dear Soul.......

Oh look at you first Jasmine bloom

Oh joy your fragrance fills my room,

as blue skies are bright outside

and nothing dead

ever dies…….

Well you may say

that’s just not true

but if you do

then all I say

is, that I am thinking

another way.

Even if my garden plant

looked as dead as dead plants do,

there would be life

somewhere in nature

composting roots, or picnicking

on the tune the old plant sings….

I indeed was very sad

burying my hound in her grave,

wrapped up sweet

with tucked in feet.

I wept to think of cold, cold nights

and when the rain fell on the mulch

I wished she was still alive

and knowing she

was on, the other side

I let her go

as a friend did say

“Happy the dead the rain, rains on”,

and I felt better, becoming strong.

You see, we have our time

and we share our life

and maybe sooner, maybe not,

maybe later, maybe not

there may come our time to leave this plane

and travel on to ‘we know not what’

but let’s believe it’s a picnic spot,

a beautiful place to rest a while

and remember our loves

and send them smiles….

So did Jasmine tell you this today?

or was that red leaf having a say

as you pottered around amongst the flowers

talking to beetles and ‘ducking’ the showers.

Well the red leaf looked very bedraggled

and not a perfect specimen,

but you picked it up

and then you knew

it had a message,

a message for you.

So little Eucalyptus leaf

you’ve been blown here from far, far away

and what I hear you now say

is, “whatever the life,

whatever you do

the only way to know yourself

is be grateful for all the lessons you learn

and remember dear soul

when it is your turn,

there is no place to ever fear

as love permeates into every sphere

and never is a soul alone

always a welcome, coming home”.

(Written on September 26, 2013 with a spray of pink Jasmine and also a very chomped or partly mulched, red, narrow eucalyptus leaf)