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'.

 

 

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.

-s S s -

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 step-up

to plant ourselves

to nourish and care

growing where

 we are,

so more become fruitful

through change everywhere.

- o O o -

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.

- o O o -

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.
 -o O o -

 

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.