My heartfelt greetings to all.
Celebrate with cheer.
In hope of peace, I call,
“Happiness is everyone’s right;
Live in love, in light”.
Warm wishes, Robert
Ninety five percent of day, The epitome of calm;
Open, helpful, time for all.
As tiredness and workload mounts,
Only takes a look, a word:
(Grim genie unfurls slowly);
Heat building or voices too loud;
(Edging closer to release);
Interrupt or stand too close;
(Darkness oozes to stifle
My relaxed disposition).
Prickly Prima Donna’s out!
Unending madness ensues:
Unworthy; shame; guilt; despair.
Exit, take drama along.
Penning this poem is perfect
For regaining control. Back
Towards the bottle she goes.
I walk past this inspiring artwork many times every day in UNSW Australia, Sydney. I rarely stop to take in the colours, images, shadows or think about its meaning. This in itself is a lesson for me; my mind often is elsewhere rather than here and now. I appreciate the artist, David Cheah’s words and images and can draw comparisons with my own journey.
You can find out more information about David and his work at:
http://www.davidcheah.com/davidcheah-files/navigation/infoup.html
For the last few weeks the following strands have been intertwining, drawing a dark shawl over my eyes.
Peeping through tiny spy holes skewed my outlook. Languishing here provided me with the inspiration to write:
Morning morosity takes hold;
Melancholic meanderings of my mind and
Morbid imaginings of this mindless malaise.Energy constricted, ebbing. Woefulness clouds; dimming.
Knowing what is happening, not wanting it to stop.
Why go on? Hopelessness creeps in, chilling.Darkness, warmth; slumber away the doubts.
For now, in this moment balance exists.
Serendipitous circumstances led to my release: email reminder from the Buddha Bar Healing Clinic, Newtown, Australia; space in my diary; promise of financial assistance from our health fund; and an appointment with the person who ‘felt’ right.
My journey began with a cup of rose and green tea then I was directed downstairs by Gavin to the ‘Harry Potter Room’. A deceptively large and comfortable subterranean cavern tucked under the stairs. This room, filled with colour, fragrance and spiritual artefacts, welcomed me into its womb like embrace.
After a 45 minutes massage with lavender oil and a quarter of an hour of Reiki I was decidedly wobbly. I don’t remember my walk to the train station or the trip to Lewisham. While making my way along the platform I felt a sensation in my head, and a slight dizziness as I stumbled to the left. The walk home was taken at a snails pace. The accumulated stress had been replaced by a deep trancelike calm. Like sparks from the fire, thoughts of the previous weeks popped into my head and dimmed without gaining traction. Three days later inner peace persists, a testament to the most profound massage to date.
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Ballister detail, Park Hyatt Hotel, Melbourne, Australia