Monday 27 October 2014

Filigree
















                            Filigree

On this winter afternoon the sky fades early,
and a brisk wind leaves its filigree petals in the sea.
Honey and milk leak into the clotting clouds
and the light is sweet on our faces.

We talk about trying to remember these days as they burn past –
elusive embers blown scattergun in our skies.

She said - stop trying to possess the world,
all its riches, its magic and stars.
It is already here, you are already home, it lies within you.

We are the same, all the same, for we shine within -

Saturday 4 October 2014

Timelapse


I made this timelapse video one evening, recording the sun setting over the Broadwater on the Gold Coast.  It was my first timelapse video using my camera but I'm pleased with how it turned out.  

Click here:  Sunset - Timelapse video (best watched in HD)



Monday 26 May 2014

Monsoon - audio

I wrote this poem a while ago, and thought I'd record it with some background music (Hammock - Birds Flying in Sequence).







Monsoon

Scrottle necked and thick whiskered he lent me an ear,
his salmon lobes sweating with hair and gristle.
It wasn’t clear if he was listening, his raspy breathing 
shaking the windows in their casements.  My secrets

were to remain buried deep in his auricular channels,
lodged in silt, creaky vessels on estuarine shelves.
At times, his great head lolled on his shoulders,
and his rheumy eyes rested a little too long on mine,

and I feared my mumbled words may sprow out,
thickened and darkened with their immersion.
But his eyes would soon move on to the next drink,
his belly rising up and down like the tide.

I watched him daily at the bar, his skin thickened,
reddened and glowering with the heat of the day.
The sun had ploughed deep crevices into his neck, 
through which his briny sweat ran, tempering the edges

of his work shirts.  More animal than man, 
he growled and grimaced before feeding, 
bending over to bite at his meat and spoon in
careless mouthfuls.  After watching him daily

during a wet monsoon season,
I finally left town on a long distance bus,
departing with little ceremony, the heat of the day
making us sluggish and ill tempered.

He promised not to tell the thing that I should 
never have shared, though it was probably lost
anyway, my words neither tethered nor treasured,
declarations of love lost in the water, in deep flooded creeks.  

Tuesday 6 May 2014

Winds – Minnie Case Hopkins

I found this lovely poem in an old book in a second hand bookstore.  Sometimes small treasures like this find us, and fill us with light.

                                                             Picture credit


I have not seen the wind,
But I have seen a rose
Burst into crimson rapture
When a south wind blows.
I have not seen the wind,
But when the sun-kissed air
is full of flying leaves like birds
I know a wind is there.

I have not seen the wind
But this, I know, must be:
When waves like horses leap and run
A wind is on the sea.
I have not seen God’s face,
But I have seen a cloud
Become a resting soul, because
It felt the breath of God.


Winds Minnie Case Hopkins

Tuesday 8 April 2014

Hymn












           ~ Hymn ~

White blossoms dress a tree,
singing under the full moon.

Carry nothing but light,
and look for the moon.

If something inside softens,
and a little fire takes hold,
stillness will find you.

Friday 24 January 2014

gumtree - small stone #13



layers of paperbark unravel
until they carpet the earth with parchment
*
this story of renewal
never
stops
speaking

Thursday 23 January 2014

rain - stone #12





















crows are talking about the rain that falls gently on trees,
their voices harsh amid the softness that rain brings.

rainbow lorikeets shriek to one another before
flying off in pairs, green arrows under the milky sky.

Wednesday 22 January 2014

blossoms - stone #11

I've really slipped with these daily observations.  Somehow it becomes harder to go back to them once you have a missed a day, then two days etc.

However, I think it's best just to keep going, not to be too critical with yourself and then to start the practice again.  The sun will always rise.

blossoms - stone #11






sunlit pink blossoms
playing in the wind
*

Friday 10 January 2014

sweet leaves - stone #10

evening softness, street lights glowing pink-orange
sound of a tram in the distance - 'ding ding'
sweet leaves rustling & a cup of Tulsi tea in my hands

Thursday 9 January 2014

paperbark - stone #9



driving along the motorway, I glance to the left and see mountains in the distance, vibrant green wetlands in the foreground, and trees gently blowing in the breeze.  the light over the mountains is blue from the gum trees that stake out this part of the world, with their paperbark fluttering and singing.