Sharing Beauty

When you see the beauty

when you hear the bees

when the blossoms shine

so divinely

are not we presently

gifted with abundance for all to see.

 

Life blooms all around

so you know

Mother Nature will show

you the flowering of life.

Deep Rest Will Refesh

Sleeping on my sofa in my sleeping bag

has been the best sleep I have had.

I was simply sleeping and deeply knowing

'Something new is coming through'.

 

Something new is coming through.

Our Sacred Earth

And Here It Is.

The living Australian native plant

with the doctrine of signatures of 'Life-force'.

- Kundalini Rising -

Awakening in the Heritage Forest

Bringing Action to Life

Rising High

Shining Bright

Creativity In Action 

Let us all share our gifts 

to uplift our living Earth.

 

Let us expand appreciation

for every living presence in our lives.

You Bring Your Spirit

You just sit still

and listen.

You will

hear your answer.

 

 You then stand up

You sweep the garden.

 

You bring your seeds

to plant beauty.

You bring Spirit

by tending nature.

You share your love

as kindness is spread

and nourishment shared.

You visit the weary,

the lonely

the vulnerable.

You share comfort

good food

colour and flowers.

You give some hours

to care for 

all the someones

who are always there.

 

You connect

when 

you

 bring your good heart

and start where you are.

Be With One Another

- o O o -

- I bring my gratitude for the inspiration

and mentoring of

Buddhist, Meditation Teacher

Jack Kornfield -

Sharing Seeds Of Ourselves

Taraxacum Officinale

Good Dandelion ancestral herb,

I love your 'devic aura'

and heritage seeds you sow.

 

Season by season you light the fields,

your life-force heals in every way

but few notice your golden flowers,

your rich dark leaves,

your abundant minerals and healing greens.

They pass by nonchalantly

never knowing your true goodness,

never noticing

metamorphosis,

there for all to see.

You just grow from leaves and buds

to yellow blooms

and then to puffball beauty

dispersing seeds so liberally. 

Mother Nature

knows you as her perennial gift.

So we too, are to be the 'heritage seeds'

seeing the needs,

hearing the call to plant ourselves

growing where we are

to nourish and care

and be fruitful in changes everywhere.

When Tomorrow Comes

The song comes quietly.
The moon is full.

The everyday

we always say,
will be here again tomorrow.

Some know

this is not always so,
yet gratitude in tender blessing,
brings our hearts to sing.

Violets Are Blue. Dedicated To You

"Any ability that anyone develops

has the potentiality for good.

To this there is no exception.

And the more

unusual and unexpected the power,

the greater its potential usefulness".

 

Manual For Teachers,  A Course In Miracles,

Foundation For Inner Peace

In The Old Forest

All was peaceful here.

I came to the forest

in search of our echidna friend,

so we walked further in

where a splendid fairy wren was trilling

among the lush maiden-hair ferns.

Mostly all was misty still as I sprinkled ash

at the foot of the tallest tree,

as all around I could see

green spider orchids greeting me.

I counted my steps back to the trail
happy to know, Old Friend
the how and when of where to go again.

You Flew Away

Twas a new spring day

when my Precious one arrived with me,

and we gathered

in the greenery underneath melaleuca trees.

It is strange to think too deeply

that 'this' was you who've come to be

what others say we are 'setting free'.

But we three know,

these remains left behind,

are not 'the you who flew away'

through the open door,

free from all that was before.

I made nourishing soup for you.

I baked a cake,

so we ate from your favourite plate,

then sprinkled your past

among the honeysuckles and winter-sweet,

buddleja, lilacs and fairy bells

and all around the honey myrtles.

I knew you knew almost every plant

had come from 'the old home'

and peace lives here with the honey birds

as Joy rose high

and the mourning dove left the bough above.

Farewell dear one with all our Love

You Bloom Again

Buddleja salvifoli

Painting Pictures

There is a story for me to tell.

It will help you through to a lovely place

and lift your spirit when you know

it isn't far and it is friendly,

a home for you and those gone ahead

who will greet you with the lightest smiles

that seem to beam with inviting warmth

and meet you with Love not felt before. 

 

I have soft pictures to paint

as I continue to

tell this story that's coming through...

 

The weary one sat quietly.

'Old Chinese' said to me,

help your friend in gentle ways,

speak softly of our other place.

Help her feel and be rest assured,

she will never be alone.

 

There is a place beyond this world

with clear, bright and harmonious light

where our heavenly ones

call through to welcome you.