The fog moves on...

The fog moves on...
Carl Sandburg
To understand any living thing, you must, so to say, creep within and feel the beating of its heart.
~ William (W.) MacNeile Dixon
from The Human Situation: The Gifford lectures delivered in the University of Glasgow, 1935-1937 (1937).

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Meditation daily...

Meditation daily...
A month of
Committed
Small stones...
May the novelty become
A cleanser
A need...
Living with
Pauses in
Time...

Monday, January 30, 2012

Post summer holidays...

Post summer holidays...
New students in a new year...
A teacher begins again...
A few nerves and
Questions
Connect
For now...
May the answers
Strengthen
The bond...

Saturday, January 28, 2012

I hear of floods...

I hear of floods...
Towns in northern New South Wales
Cut
Isolated by
Flood waters...
While on my southern peninsula
I see
Crisp blue skies
Humming with heat...
Holidaymakers flood the beaches...

Strange
We share the same summer...

Friday, January 27, 2012

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Australia Day Reflections

Australia Day reflections...

A Southern Cross flag of red, white and blue...
Colours drifting in from far lands...

Indigenous flag...
Black for the first people
Red for the earth and the spirit within
Yellow for the sun nurturing life...

Quietly fly
Together...

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Wooden verandah...

Wooden verandah...
Summer midday heat...
Wicked mischief
Waits to ignite
Unwary bare feet into
An impromptu
Creative
Cha cha samba tango...

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Sleepy summer morning...

Sleepy summer morning...
Many broken night shifts of humid sleep...
Like awakening
Locked
In dawn's shadow...

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Friday, January 20, 2012

Stubborn twisting tendrils...

Stubborn twisting tendrils...
Always on a mission
To grow...
Prune them back today
But tomorrow
The wild spirit smiles
Again...

Sunday, January 1, 2012

In a blackbird's day...

In a blackbird's day...
Life is all about light
Shadows and
Insects...
Survival is a scuffling game of
Opportunity in
Fallen leaves...

Beginnings...

Beginnings are shivery things...
Hesitant questions about
Foreign lands...
The mind feels a little afraid...
But the soul tosses
A mischievous
Wink...