Looking To See

I slept and dreamed that life was joy.
I awoke and saw that life was service.
I acted and behold, service was joy.

Rabindranath Tagore

Camouflaged in my crab-apple tree

is a colorful Rosella for you to see?
 

 

The Fairy Wrens Came Again

A little blue wren came again today,

as this day then, seventeen years ago,
was when, you left the bus and us.
You died in the street, before we would meet again.

So the wrens came to play in the flowering tree 

as your spirit was visiting me.

 

Photo credit: Australian Broadcasting Commission, 

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A Road Traveller's Note

This note was found in an old travel-bag:

 

Magpie dead beside the road

it's mate up in the tree

will fly on

missing it endlessly. 

 

- Beside the road, Ballarat2Burrumbeet, August 2011 -

Bringing the Honey Home

 

What these honey bees told me:

 

You see us choosing flowers

collecting honey for our hive,

but there are other reasons we come by.

 

These faded pink Yarrow blooms,

are our 'tonic-rooms',

where we find reprieve on a hot day.

Herbs are our favourite plants. 

They 'lift us' for our flight home.

 

You know Yarrow 'speeds the compost'.

It also boosts the bee-safe-return-to-shelter.

As we get a buzz and hum along,

bringing the honey home.

Come The Blue Skies

As Golden Ash leaves fall,
they give the gift of compost
shelter for the worms
a resting place for birds
a sign of seasons changing
winds blowing
Past going
New growth coming.
Letting go,
going forward.
Acceptance.
 

When golden days shine, 

then come the blue skies, and little birds rise.
 

Pink Galahs, Red Dirt Waterhole

Blue skies, 

red dirt, Pink Galahs at the waterhole.

What Beauty. 

Picture book colours.

Wonderful lighting and composition.

The red dirt, orange sands, pink birds, red, red feathers***

 

Was he waiting. So long. Days and Nights??? 

Months? Returning seasons?

Years????

I thank you..

 

Photo: Christian Spencer. 

Winner. Australian Geographic

Whispering Faith

Come on

the door is open for you

Come over, come through.

The light is lit

the fire is warm

the days are longer

the sun shines now

so make the trip in coming days

and there are ways of helping

waiting.

You have the faith

you know your place

you lead in ways that will relay

a sense of peace and timing

re-aligning:

just some small words

you innocently say

that will help in healing ways.......

 

The magpie still calls from the tree

his haunting song brings memories

but all is well, he sees afar,

and it's a distance from where you are.