for Kaaren, Crucifying angel


Future Angels Now.

 
Time does not exist. We are defined by our birth and the timeline that goes from birth to death. There is no way we can have death then go to birth. But we can have a rebirth, and a near death experience.
But a timeline does exist that goes from death to birth and that is the one our guardian angel is approaching us from. We expect to meet them after our death when we go to heaven but that heaven can be now.
That timeline is a parallel timeline but an opposite direction. It is a counter-timeline.

When we are at peace with ourselves, then we can enter into both timelines at once. The past to the future, and the future to the past.
In this way we can ‘remember’ our future, and so it will no longer be a Grand Mystery nor shall we fear it but embrace it in acceptance.

As we enter into the timeline of an angel the gifts it has for us, as we transition, we can receive. There are many gifts. Many more than at Christmas. And as we use them in our lives we can be fulfilled, and we come into our being.

The Universe has no clocks, only cycles. This is a perspective.

for Juelei


when the sun comes up over the hill
and gentle rain begins to fall,
one begins to see the transitions.
the grass is greener.
the sky is bluer.
the smile is bigger.
the heart is singing.
    and alive.

Brumby sanctuary spirit ( a prayer)



Great wisdom,
whispering 
on winds.

flow of eternities
in the airs.

rose of great blessing
in the sun.

green of greengrass
on the earth.

horse heaven.

galloping.


Amen.

to the future.


A.M.

for Louise- Heart

I shall become you
in the time
most foremost.
When the sands are running long
 and the shadows play.
Where dreams come true, and last.
And the Great Spirit walks regally
and proud.
You and I shall dance
the times
and efforts
and grave concerns
and find their true nature,
beyond ken, beyond kin.

and the waves will come down,
smashing and changing and shifting and cleansing,
waves of great Light following
waves of wonder with singing
waves of Significance.

Heart.


for Felicity age 7

As I lay my head
down
upon the pillow,
a nice surprise
enfolds me,
as loving arms, warm heart
and fresh eyes.

I lay upon my pillow
and the ice melts,
 and the candle flickers
and the long hot day
disappears.

 I dream of nights
with birds of coolness,
glowing embers from the fire,
and mistletoe.

a light shines from across a distant valley
glimpsing and changing
like a long lost message.

Oh could I find my way,
in this parade.

All around I look
but caring remains,

and I fold up my easel,
for  a new day is breaking
on the sands of my time.


for helen; Neverending



In prayers there are answers,
so many answers,
coming from within.

a being could be overwhelmed by those,
day-in day-out.

But the peace one finds in the River,
has no end,
or beginning.

it just goes on and on
and on,

continuously,
contiguously,
neverending.


Spirit of Gold



All colors come out of the Sun,
rising and falling in cadence.

in one long last look
it sighs,
home is so rich, so pure.

I am just a small atom coming
from a big source,

but I am Gold.

Spirit of Mallacoota (town in Victoria).

Love graces the Day,
in the early morning mists.

A cicada is born
and the world begins its song.

In nurturing and in insistence
Time gives its meaning,

and it all flows on.

Giving.

and Forgiving.

for Michael , on his birthday 20th October 2013; 66


Invincible.
Breath..

Peace and Satisfaction.

Choirs of Angels singing,
Hallelujah.

Basking in the Sun and shades.
Listening to the wind and Waves.
Singing of the Love.

These are special moments
on the Walk and Talk
of a Life
completing itself.
Complete in itself.



Messages; Aboriginal . Graves. abound. There.

Two times tango (message on the airwaves)

Poem for grandfathers.

A space was between.
Flowers were prayers.
A life was in construction,
and all the the petals were shining.
Lo and behold.
ARRIVAL.

Poem for my father; Redemption Redemption


yielding
to the Light
is good Fortune.

growing
in the Light
is Truth.

journey goes on
into Light
unfolding.

Laughter is
a scent
across Time
dancing.

for Riley age 4

 A child sleeps in the arms
of a good
angel.

She holds him
with her heart,
strokes his brow
and says
'I am here.
with you.
always.

She sings
all night
until he wakes.

A day begins.

a



Poem for Mt Baldie

There is a bend in the day
as you walk
on this, Time's mountain.

There is eating,
there is merry,
there is crimson
there is dawn.

I go,
not ashamed
of the fire,
lying
deep
in thy core.

Today there are leaves,
there are trees,
there are rivers.
Many times they have come
over Ages.

But I sit here
in mysolitary,
and the fire burns.
 I am warm.


Poem for Nattalie

in the origin of things,
a small flower
is a bright light,

a tiny rose
has  a great spirit,

and a leave, as it falls,
has a loud sound,
on the wind.

Each moment is like a drop,
that makes a life an ocean,

and each heart swells
with the Love,
to be Mighty.


poem for my knee #2

a lake, by the sea.
a wind that follows.
sunny days and houses,
fishing and flowers.