Seed from the Absolute

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

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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

With Wings That Are Free

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.

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Gospel on Trees

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

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

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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.

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“…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.