My TwiHaiku Collection #1

1. Let spun poetry
marbleise down quiet joy
myth of clean breezes
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2. porcelain charged quilt
moist bestial fall colour
yesterday is god
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3. raw New Year twilight
beneath some savage blue moon
blender of questions
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4. beyond the sunset
beyond the dreamings of time
primeval conscience
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5. coffee my morning
adrenalin body food
impulse for the soul
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6. trills of a magpie
sweet harmonies of Nature
feathered glockenspiel
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7. elusive spirits
in the stillness of midnight
secret wanderings
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I Cannot Be ~ for One Single Impression "Change" prompt + Poets Online

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I cannot be boxed
Symmetrical and planed sides
Berlin Walls are cruel
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If I were the sky
I would be a cloud
Drifting,
Reshaping
Reinventing
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If I were the earth
I would be a rock
Bathing in
The rush of
A waterfall
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If I were a tree
I would be a willow
Soft lacy wanderings
Dreaming quietly
In whispering breezes
By water
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If I were a place
I would be Sheffield
In Tasmania
Vibrant with murals
Of old lifetime
Spaces
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If I were a shop
I would be Berkelouw's
Rambling
Berrima homestead
Alone in serene farmland
Graced with an
Intimate cafe
And a wonderful log fire
Hosted
By an old armchair
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If I were a garden
I would be
Mount Annan Botanic Garden
A healing place
Where forested boardwalks
Gently lead to sanctuaries
Of old songlines
And a sundial
On a hill
Waits for
Human shadows
To cast time
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If I were a bread of life
I would wink
Impishly
From the exotic worlds
Of chocolate
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If I were to be a season
I would be Autumn
Mystical limbo
Raining in colour
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If I were to be an element
I would be Water
Paradox of
A variable constant
Sometimes plains of blue
Leading to
Silken road horizons
Sometimes lapping charms
By those coastal sands
Of decision
Sometimes cleansing
Healing hands
Sometimes
Stormy
Drowning
Rebirth
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But, I am none of those things
For now
For now
I am just
Some eerie etchings
On a white slate
Trying to drift
In a tiny bark
Through tai chi skies.
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I cannot be tagged
Sticky, cramped in clawing words
Ink blots are magic
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NOTE: I tried to create a wave-like motion in the line lengths; a little like tidal whimsy but also like the enigmatic waving pulse of a heart-beat!

Fragile

Have you ever felt really fragile. When you feel hard work, strong dreams and goals somehow crumble under the weight of "enough is never enough". I had one of those long moments today. Money is always a looming issue with us, ponderous like a waiting storm cloud. We try so hard to be positive, but sometimes it seems being positive only stalls reality. It has to be faced sometime. Once, we both owned our own homes, but we both lost everything in tragic circumstances. But we found each other; we are the ultimate strength for each other. But right now, I just don't know what to do next. There has to be a way, some miracle. I honestly believe it is out there somewhere.

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So, after a heavy day at school, and thinking retiring to live my dream as a writer just seems further and further away, I decided to simply walk in the evening light.

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The air was scented with storm and sharp sunset light. It felt invigorating. The street was quiet. I could just see glimpses of the bay far below my mountain. I ached for a miracle and almost felt an involuntary prayer escape me to the skies above. And as I walked I felt a kind of hush seeping through me.

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It may have been the roses in the gardens. It may have been the whispering greens of pittosporums that seemed to brush close by me. But I felt the aura of a blessing circling round and over me.

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And then I saw a thin, tatty letterbox. Clearly, it had survived violent mountain weathers and still was standing, stubbornly. It almost seemed to be stating, "I will be here". I smiled. It was the first precious smile in my day.

~ An angel bringing a gift in the form of a humble letterbox!

~ I am still smiling!

"In silence and movement you can show the reflection of people" - Marcel Marceau ~ for Cafe Writing

It may be

In the silence

Of mystical blue

Veils
Where just one tree Bends
To catch

The whispers of the Wind
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It may be

In the swirling cycles

Of starry nights

Where just the eyes

Lift

To hear

The music

Of legends

Of dreamings

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It may be

In the longing

To travel

A cosmic

Silk road

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It may be in the still breath of an earthly landscape
Or in the whirling, creative spirit of the endless skies ~

There you will find

The inner

Reflective light of

Namaste

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The soul song

Of people

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Tribute to Heath Ledger - The rains of yesterday are still lightly falling for Heath Ledger

The tears of yesterday still linger. So to transform the sadness of tears, here is the beautiful cleansing of Indian Rains. A Beautiful song for the exotic Indian Rain. One of the sensuous songs from the critically acclaimed award-winning 'MTV Album of the year' by the most popular singers of Indi-pop music,Hariharan & Leslie Lewis a.k.a Colonial Cousins.A suitable song to be heard when u feel bored & sit in your lawn having a hot coffee in the cold rains to make you feel the nature's beauty.

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Why did I choose rains from India? I have no real idea! So here are a few rains in my songlines.

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When I think of gushing, swirling waters

Gorging

Fruitless

Possessions~

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I think of India

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When I think of ancient waterworlds

Singing old sweet rivers

Of motherly love

And kindness

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I think of India

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When I think of eternal rains

Springing hope

From luminous

Rocky ochres

Of dreaming monoliths

To the choking dusts

Of Deccan plains

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I imagine

Uluru

Reaching out

Longingly~

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To Indian rains

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P.S. I imagine Heath Ledger is Uluru. May he walk eternally in the love of Indian Rains.

rabi Khan re-visited - Some mystical magic after the last sadness

Butterfly, butterfly please do not fly so high,
I want to play with you...
I love your golden hue.
Wish I had wings, so I could dance and fly, like a butterfly... ~ rabi Khan

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His work has a silken gel, that almost captures the essence of transformation from solid to liquid. I am always entranced by the beauty of spirit in this artwork! If a picture can inspire the soul, this artwork does that for me!

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For more of his work, visit Butterfly Fantasy on HubPages.

My January shower of "holiday songlines" breeds blots of sleep

The more I untangle the webs
The more there are
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The more I dream
The more reality I see
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The more I linger by windows
Staring in wonder at seasonal landscapes
The more they cycle by
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The more I open doors
The more I sense promise
Hope
Magical miracles~
In a drop of dew
Misty sunlight
A scent of eucalypt
A sprightly linnet or
Blue wren dancing
A whisper of wind
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The more I seek lands afar
The more lands appear
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The more I wander in rainbows
The more colours emerge
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The more I feel the pain of
The hungry
The lonely
The sad
The lost
The poor of spirit
The more I feel the pain
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The more I linger by earth's deep wells
Tasting sparkling
Fresh
Streams
The more they flow
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The more I remember
Ancient songlines
From somewhere
The more they sing
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The more I touch the mystique of stars
The more they gleam
Impishly
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The more I sail
Into horizon sunsets
The further they seem to be
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The more I empty the cup
The more it fills
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The more I slip into sleep
The more I wake

Pilgrimage painted with Zulu colours

Climb
Just one
Holy mountain~
Beyond
The crush
And stench
Of parchment city
Walls
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Push the boundaries
Of old visions
But respect them for what they were



Let bare feet
Liberate
The auras
Of grasses
Twigs
And
Cooling
Bristly
Stones~
Linking
Tired frames
To sacred pictures
Of old motherlands~
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Burn wasted scrolls
Along the way
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Izimboko
Symbolic staffs
Of fighting
Spirits
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And remember
To sing
Death's lullaby~
For legends~
With a fragrant essence of
Flowers~
~
Izimboko
Symbolic staffs
Of fighting
Spirits~
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In response to South African pilgrims in pictures - BBC News - 21.01.08
An estimated one million followers of South Africa's Nazareth Baptist Church are coming to the end of their annual pilgrimage. They have spent the past two weeks on their holy mountain of Nhlongakazi, north of Durban. The church, also known as Shembe, has an estimated 4 million followers, or amaNazarites, mostly Zulu-speakers. The church was founded in 1910 by Isaiah Shembe, who died in 1935. Since his death, the church has split into several factions. The pilgrims walk barefoot for three days, covering 60km and sleeping in the open. They build fires along the way, sing and burn litter to purify their surroundings...Devotees or preachers wear white gowns and headdresses made of animal skins. They carry traditional Zulu fighting sticks called izimboko. Shembe women worship separately from men. They gather in a group and lay flowers on the hillside to remember the souls of the departed...Pilgrims believe if they reach the mountain, God will ease their pain, enable them to find employment and keep them safe in the year ahead. ~~Pictures and text by Alice Lander.

Treasure - for Writer's Island

Beyond

The walls

And malls

And free falls

Of traffic

Is a garden

Enchanted

By the hum

Of the silent spirit

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Any flower may grow here

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For this is a world

Born of chimes

Singing

On dreamings

Of old souls

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To wander here

For just

One frozen moment

In rampant

Time

Is to breathe

The fragrance

Of celestial

Memories

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Inner

Smiles

Inner

Silks

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Energies

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Treasure

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** First posting to Writer's Island - with grateful thanks to Rob for finding me!

Our kookaburra friends

"Kookaburra" - by indigenous artist Brendon Murray

Australia: Some home-grown kookaburra tales

This is my latest on HubPages about a dear feathered friend. Actually, I enjoy the visits of the kookaburra we call Scruff, but my partner has a very close spiritual connection with him.

According to Animal Dreaming

Laughing Kookaburra tells us to take responsibility for our own healing and to stop the pretence. Silent Kookaburra guarantees that healing has been initiated and is set to be effectual.

According to Shamanism - Working with Animal spirits -

Kingfisher/kookaburra's wisdom includes:
* Connection to peaceful seas
* Happiness and love
* Peace
* Indifference to surroundings
* Clear vision through emotional waters
* Ability to dive (focus) into emotional waters and catch ones dreams

According to Temple of Solace: Soul Food Cafe Constellation

* The presence of kookaburra in a reading (or in your observations) indicates that it is a time of signals and omens. Kookaburra is a strong, bold energy which tends to resonate with god energies. Pay attention to opportunities around you, and listen to nature and to the world around you, you may find that you are being given some important messages at this time.

* Kookaburra is the energy of conquering fears and in turn, ending old patterns that aren’t nourishing. If there is a particular habit that you’re not happy with, working with kookaburra energy can help to dissolve it.

* Kookaburra helps you to hunt down your truths, and these truths enable you to recognize your own inner strength. In turn, you are able to teach your truths to others, and also aid others in finding and recognizing their own truths. You may find yourself teaching others in an informal setting, by sharing your passions and your beliefs with others.

(N.B. This blog is a delightful, spiritual space beaming out from Melbourne. I travelled seeking "a kookaburra" for my dearest love and found so much more. I will be visiting again to light another candle!)

Wash the Gem, dry the Gem, turn the Gem over...

It feels as if the Gem is moving
Her free will journey
Inhaling Time



While we coccoon
Waiting
Wingless
Inside
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Suds from lots of bubble pipes
Rain generously
On her screens



Thankfully
The wipers are carefully tubed
In fine sheaths of white plastic



Suds
Fanning
A foamy breeze
Bathe the Gem
In magic waves
Of milk



And then
The deep whirring roar
As rolling
Parralel
Brushes
Softly savage
Softly ravage
Her body and soul



No respectable
Newly tuned child
Is worth a new sunrise
Without
A thorough
Deep
Wash



The brushes return
And return
And return
Mowing down
All stray suds
With a friendly burst
Of clean ocean



And then
The slow glaze
Of drying heat
Like ebbing and flowing tides
Of baby comfort



For just a moment
There is
A sigh
As the brushes
Slowly fold


And the bathing heat
Hangs heavy
In humid
Sensual
Bliss



The screen tells a new story now
A crystal, two-way mirror
Believing
The air
Is clear
Etched in fresh shapes
And pulsing colours



But Time is calling



A red
Lonely light
To the side
Becomes green

Exhaling Time

Turn

The Gem


Over...
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Posted on "The Poetry Showcase" under AuraGem

The Gem - My Phantom Purple Mazda

Phantom Purple Mazda 3

There is nothing worse than waiting for some undefined time to pass

Waiting for the appointed tuning of

The car

Southern view of Port Phillip Bay

Summer holidays

And for some strange reason

Mornington was singing

With free breezes from a glistening sea

And not the tangled colour

Of people

Quite a surprise

A relief

~

Wandered into a cafe

For some capuccino time

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A tiny sparrow shared our moment

Watching thoughtfully

On a verandah chair

Gracefully accepting

A few stray crumbs

For the family at home

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But the soul felt restless

Here

Was not

The place

Today

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And so

We walked

Happening on

A deserted field

Laden with freshly mown grass

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Only a seagull or two

Watched

Maybe

With interest

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And we found

In a pocket

Of stubborn grass

By the fence

An old cricket ball

Ragged

Pale

Forgotten

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We spaced

Far apart

But facing each other

Smiling

And we arched the ball

In a bridge-like curve

A vital rainbow of energy

Between

Two pylons

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Over some indefinite time

There were

Many curves

Many curves and

Many rainbows

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And all too soon

~

The car

Was tuned

~~ Posted HubPages + Posted "Poetry Showcase" as "Tune-Up" - 20.01.08

An ordinary week is sacred - songlines from my somewhere

For the Celts, a week was synchronised and divided by 7 sacred trees.

Sunday - birch

~~~ One could do worse than be a swinger of birches ~ Robert Frost

The birch tree symbolises purification, re-birth and new beginnings. It is one of the first trees to leaf in springtime. A great water divining wood.

Monday - willow

~~~ The willow tree plays the water like a harp ~ Ramon Gomez de la Serna

This is the tree of intuition. The tree is often assocaiated with witchcraft. It is the tree of dreaming and enchantment. The moon rules the willow. A great water divining wood.

Tuesday - holly

~~~ Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, But which will bloom most constantly? ~ Emily Bronte

In Celtic folklore, holly is King of the Waning Year and winter opponent of the oak, the summer tree; protector of family and friends. It is a plant found throughout the world; bears fruit in winter.

Wednesday - hazel

~~~ The hazel might be said to be the quintessential Celtic tree because of its legendary position at the heart of the Otherworld. ~ Mara Freeman

The hazel tree is the tree of wisdom and justice. It is a mystical tree. The tree is frequently to be found by holy wells in Britain and Ireland. Some legends say this tree is immune from all lightning and that the holy family sheltered under this tree. A great water divining wood.

Thursday - oak

~~~ Those green-robed senators of mighty woods, Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars, Dream, and so dream all night without a stir. ~ John Keats

In Celtic folklore, the oak is King of the WaxingYear; it is in eternal struggle with the holly in the battle of the seasons. The oak is the symbol of nobility and independence.

Friday - apple

~~~ All millionaires love a baked apple. ~ Ronald Firbank

The apple is the symbol of fertility and immortality. It is, alternatively, symbolic of poison. The apple graces many world legends in both roles.

Saturday - alder

~~~ I am the shining tear of the sun. ~ Alnus

The alder is the symbol of bridges and foundations. It symbolises finding inner strength.

For more references, see: Mystical World Wide Web - Trees + Trees ~ Lore, Myths, Magick, Facts, Folklore, Legends, Esoterica, Superstitions

GEMMA WISEMAN

* A willow by a river is a soft thinking place.

* An oak by a winding highway marks the pride of the journey.

* The oak and the holly: public enemies, secret friends.

* To visualise wisdom, imagine a hazel tree by a sacred well.

* An apple is fruit for the hungry spirit.

* The birch and the alder - arboreal dimensions of the phoenix.

* A tree's branches are the world wide web to the sky.

So Strange ~~~~~ Pokarekare Ana ~~~~~ Hayley Westenra

SO STRANGE

It always seems to be that when the shell is poor

And the physical wells hunger

It is then the spirits of poetic landscapes

Wander in

Bearing many gifts

Hayley Westenra - Pokarekare Ana

Across the Tasman Sea is Aotearoa, our sister land of the Long White Cloud. "Pokarekare Ana" is a traditional folk love song, possibly composed in the era of World War I. Hayley Westenra's rendition of this song is like watching some fairy-tale legend unfolding before you.

They are agitated

the waters of Waiapu,

But when you cross over girl

they will be calm.
Oh girl return to me,

I could die of love for you.
I have written my letter

I have sent my ring,

so that your people can see

that I am troubled.

My pen is shattered,

I have no more paper

But my love is still steadfast.

My love will never

be dried by the sun,

It will be forever

moistened by my tears.

- translated by Toby Rikihana - There are more notes on the song here, detailing the many versions of the tune.

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In 1968, Rolf Harris presented these English lyrics for the song.

Oh hurry hurry home love

Hurry back to Rotorua

To the mountains and this valley

Oh hurry home to me.

I know, I know,

you had to go

Please hurry back home love

I miss you so.

In my mind I hear you singing

And the echoes fill the valley

Cross the lake of troubled waters

To the mountains and the sky.

I know, I know

you had to go

Please hurry back home love

I miss you so.

Po Kare Kare ana

Nga wai o Rotorua

Whiti atu koe hine marino ana e

e Hine e Hoki Mai ra

Ka Mate A-U-i Te-a-Ro-Ha E!

Oh I know you had to go.

Please hurry back home love

I miss you so.

Please hurry back home love

I miss you so.

Just some random thoughts from my somewhere - the songline of my somewhere

* A division bell is the taste and scent of cold darkness.

* Ancient wisdom is modern ignorance.

* Air magic is a kite streaming with colour.

* Moon magic is the rainbow in a night sky.

* To know what creature you are is animal magic.

* Breathe in the stone circles of the ancient ones.

* Ley lines are the music of ancient songs.

* Swirl the sands with an old twig and see the gallery of yesterdays.

* Take the soil from a lover's footprint; embrace it in a pot; plant a flower.

* Wings on your feet is crystal magic.

* Know the sacred kingdoms of metals.

* Seek your holy writings in the hieroglyphs of the spirit.

* Know the colour of your candle and bathe in its light daily.

* Offer grace and break the bread.

* Pen a wish on a silver balloon and set it free.

Reflections on the Celtic concept of Anam Cara

"An Anam Cara lives close to the land"
Fire

Water
Earth
Air
Elemental friends of old dreamings

"An Anam Cara loves your essence"

Being

Without the social frills and guises.

The inner landscapes

"An Anam Cara guides you to the presence you are"
The silken beauty of silence
The purling winds of morning
Wings

Ref: Anam Cara - The Blessing for more beautiful details!

Jonathan Livingston Seagull

I have just written a poem for HubPages called

Who is Jonathon Livingston Seagull I have always been entranced with both the book by Richard Bach and Neil Diamond's musical interpretation.

Always, I believe, true happiness is flying with being your inner, higher landscape.

I'm An Artist Sensitive Bout My Ish Smile

I'm An Artist Sensitive Bout My Ish Smile

Hear the music in Nightflower's words! At times they flow, they scramble, they retreat, and then, then they quietly move on!

A great spiritual moment!

a thought for the day

a thought for the day

A gorgeous, spiritual moment captured! - Lounn - HubPages