Oberon Plateau

I’d been to the the country
where nature’s landscape
richly sprawl with awe!

There verdant hills
were coming down the slopes;
and green meadows said hello
to the valley down below.

The glen heard voices
from a nearby plateau
herds of cows and sheep and mountain goats
foraging grasses and chewing their cuds
forever going and never stopping
from daylight to twilight;
a never ending task.

There mountains also climbed to glory
joyful of white clouds
descending from the skies;
Kissing the mountain peaks tenderly,
their wholesome escape from the blue.

The rocks were bold, big and strong
Frontier of tempests and storms
They held firm the trees down to their roots
Where all the birds took shelter and rest;
Undeterred from a lightning thrust.

On the summit, its scale did pave a way
where I viewed the radiant jasper sea
dazzling with treasures from afar.
I saw the gentle waves softly rushed ashore
as cool mountain fair breeze
shook my  childhood  memories
from home far away.

Come away with me.
Let’s slip away to that country
to a new existence:
simple but meaningful;
where nature is calm
and sense of belonging is strong.

Let’s look at the moon and the stars
who can tell us great stories
of some happy places
such as a river meeting
the sea at the gate
while the lark listens
to the ocean at our doorstep.

At a slower pace
in resplendent steps.
A simple life can be,
with a thankful heart is, free.
Come away with me
To that country far away.

@lcd, australia
14 April 2011

Wonboyn Lake

“Only in quiet waters do things mirror themselves undistorted. Only in a quiet mind is adequate perception of the world.” ~Hans Margolius

Surf Road, Whale Beach

“May any curve in the road you must travel have a silver lining that sparkles in the sunlight and glows in the dark like a shining star!” ~Dr. Barbara Becker Holstein

Note: A 15 July 2010 Weekly Blessing

Sentimental Journey

From Morphing Words in poetry

‘Tis incredible beyond measure
Life’s a secret made unfold
Behold the mystery unknown
When time reveals in sweet candour
Pure, sublime – a goal with valour.

The road is not an easy one
To tread along till travels end
Its groove too many; it’s rough, it’s tough
Its sordid scars claim sore defeat.

Trials shape courage and patience
Heaving meekness, spirit buoyed
Forging on, fortitude commands
Life is fearless, endurance proves
To those that master strength forebear.

Journey is adventure far advanced
Unplugged, emblazoned to its height
The goal in sight to fathom light
While dream soars high, the spirit drifts.
Here and then, the sentimental journey ends.

Copyright2005@LCD, All rights reserved

Author’s Note: This was written in Washington DC during the ISP Convention. My personal story of such a long tumultous journey that I have survived. The photo of this poem is the aerial view of California on my way back home from Washington DC.

Land and water - in blessings abound.

“When you think about yearning to walk on water, remember it is a blessing to be able to walk on land!” ~ Dr. Barbara Becker Holstein

Don't I look gorgeous with the cravat?

“A baby is sunshine and moonbeams and more brightening your world as never before.” – Author Unknown

simple, wide, spacious and with plenty of room to roam.

He is the happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his home. ~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Mum and Me

“May you be blessed with the capacity to sit or roll on the floor with delight as you befriend a puppy or play with a baby. Or if you knees won’t let you get down to the floor, may you be blessed with the happiness of a child sitting on your lap as you tell a story from when you were very, very small!” ~ Dr. Barbara Becker Holstein

Please visit Dr Barbara Holstein’s website for more inspiration.

Trees are poems that earth writes upon the sky,
We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness.
~Kahlil Gibran

A bare tree in my yard.

Though bare, the tree looks majestic on a beautiful winter day like this. It is now seldom visited by our twittering friends. The sight is just as compelling as it looks. My photographic itch was at work, so here it goes.

Moscow: The Cathedral of Christ the Saviour.