Loud country silence is heard.
Distant sounds; insects and birds.
Transition from day to night,
Air hinting of chill.
Softly bathed in Autumn light,
The landscape is still.
This peaceful moment was captured during a recent trip to Orange and Mudgee, five hours’ drive inland from Sydney.
At this time of year
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.
Floppy poppies
In nature’s garish hues.
Triffid buds extend, hairy curlicues.
Bright anemone-like stamens entice
Tendrils shivering towards your voice,
Tantalisingly,
Audrey purrs, “feed me’s”.
Cold stark towers of truth
Bear down on unwary.
Eyes downcast, mind elsewhere,
Moving forward somewhere,
About their busy ness,
Against wind, sunshine, rain;
Gloom pervading pain.
Fergus B. Fotheringham
Feared fungus, frogs and lambs.
When excursions were planned,
Rambling ‘cross field and land,
There was ne’ery a doubt
He’d rather go without.
It’s spring again
We’re smiling again
There’s perfumed pentagrams
It’s spring again
Time to sing again
Jasmine from Petersham
Awake from your slumber,
Pink posies of life.
Reach high towards the sky,
Cherry blossoms forth.
Join in the call for Spring,
Sydney, Australia.
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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