Like a brilliant sapphire...

Like a brilliant sapphire...

Dawn light glistening

On an ebony curtain

The first kookaburra laughs

In the distance

In the dark outside...

In the dark outside

Whining wind whirls

I feel like a tiny bobbin

Being wound and

Wound

When a morning frizzles...

When a morning frizzles...

When the coffee spills and

The cereal sogs

When a trip over the cat

Launches a flying clunk with the glass door

Take a quiet walk in Nature with

Proper walking shoes...

Seeking a mantra...

Seeking a mantra in

The chants of Nature

Sheep grazing

Cows drifting to their morning milking

Piccolo rings of rosellas

Classical sighs of winds

Brushing tall yellow grasses

Ohm's in a soft minor chord

Yesterday...

Yesterday

There were no harps in my midnights

Only a double bass

Plucking...

But that was yesterday...

If you want to understand...

If you want to understand

The art of meditation

Watch the stillness of a cat on a chair

For awhile...

Meditation

A weeping veil...

A weeping veil of morning mists

The illusion of feeling grey

From winter shoes...

From winter shoes

Liquid shades of vermilion

Stream hungry curls into the winds

The fire

In my soul

Understands

Tender pink...

Tender pink

Blue and grey

Dawn surf

Crimping to the mountain shoreline

Inked with a shield of

Scavenger wings

Rubies and diamonds...

Rubies and diamonds in the mist

Sad, synthetic gems on the freeway

Shearing time...

Shearing time

Trees must bow to

Power lines

Walking...

Walking

Sipping mellow Autumn sunlight

A tiny little old lady

Shirley Temple curls

Passed by

Smiling

And wished me

A wonderful day

Ducks stir...

Ducks stir ripples on a pond

Reflection colours stream into

Pulsing silk

Tiny tractor train...

Tiny tractor train at Point Nepean
No walls

Intimate cruise to land's end

Fluttering sleepy...

Fluttering sleepy eyelashes/ Wispy pink eyeshadow/
Morning mists

TWEETERISED

Fruit and flakes...

Fruit and flakes cocktail/ Morning nectar

TWEETERISED

My bills continually...

My bills continually exceed my bank savings/
Yet I feel blessed to be rich in spirit

TWEETERISED

I'm not possessed...

I'm not possessed by pretentious platitudes

TWITTERISED

Churned froth and bubble...

Churned froth and bubble/ Addictive dark aromas/
Kitchen morning song

TWITTERISED

I am a patch...

I am a patch of pastel grey Autumn water today

Bathed in a little golden first light

Like a crucible of

Limpid

Swelling

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