Seed from the Absolute

“Be a spot on the ground where nothing is growing, where something might be planted, a seed, from the Absolute.” ~Rumi

Photo: Out in the Far West remote property last 31 July 2012

With Wings That Are Free

“Birds have wings; they’re free; they can fly where they want when they want. They have the kind of mobility many people envy.” ~Roger Tory Peterson

On our way out to the outback, we stopped at a local cafe in Manildra, NSW for an old-fashioned or traditional breakfast with coffee, toast, fried eggs and sausages. Taken last 31 July 2012 with Wendy.

A Speck in the Sky

“Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.” ~Anton Chekhov

While the west proudly shows forth the sunset, the east brings its own glory far away up high in the sky; the moon at its speck like a dot on the horizon.

Same place at the outback, delightfully watching the sky after dinner. (31 July 2012).

Gospel on Trees

“God writes the gospel not in the Bible alone, but on trees and flowers and clouds and stars.” ~Martin Luther

Taken at the Outback Property, far west of Central Tableland in New South Wales. My first outback experience.
31 July 2012

Come Away with Me

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

In Quiet Waters

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

Wonboyn Lake

Taken in Wonboyn Lake of the Far South Coast.

“…curve in the road …”

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

ISP Medal

August 19-21, 2005, Wash DC, Hilton Hotel

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.

“…walk on water and on land.”

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

Baby’s Cravat

Don't I look gorgeous with the cravat?

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