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Spirit of Place poem Sydney. Love, Harmony in Balance. A way to Peace. An awkward moment. A place to settle.
Spirit of Place poem Newcastle. Australia 13.2.08 its been a long time coming . it will be a long time gone. hands in prayer across the sea, hearts and flowers on the water, magic in the air.

Spirit of Place poem Skipton Vic

Where angels fear to tread comes a light swimming skimmimg across tree tops across chimneys at the Last Man Standing Alone Hotel Skipton. A lady parks her car the room erupts Just tonotice beauty is a relish Just to feel worship is delectable Just to be impressed deserves honour, and humor. This leaves us at an impasse whether to the left or the right, above or below, inside or out. Gold is to be found sometimes in desirable places, sometimes desecration, sometimes decoration, sometimes donation. Leaving be leave be.

Spirit of Place poem Tipperary springs Daylesford Vic

In my dancing days I danced a lot. I had some fun Sometimes not. The rains came down No-one knew It could have been Just the dew. I asked for miracles I asked too much. I asked too much. It was always hidden by the fire. Peace was in the embers. The Old ones knew. Image shows: Love and harmony Wisdom and grace Soul on Earth Peace on Earth Old ones on the cross

Spirit of Place : angel poem for Homeland Waterfall

homeland waterfall she comes into her path, her power erupts like a string section (playing) ‘as I gaze down over Zion’. (she says) I lay down my head, and cast myself, before the wind, and light, in great memory. ‘I AM released’ Hear me.

Spirit of Place Angel Poem for Tea Gardens

glowing in the fiery dusk. a rising sun. beaches of white sand. lazy days, and drinking. fishing on the Jetty, These are TG days. These are TG lights. Summer winter spring, autumn. leaves are changing. days are numbered. breeze is blowing. night is balmy. smell of salt and seaweed mixed. water flowing. angels going. dolphins jumping. boat is running. These are fancy days. These are dancing days. These are mangrove days. These are pelican nights. These we see, to warm our heart, to serve our lives, make new. Make us new!

Spirit of Place angel Poem for Kalang NSW Australia

emerald stars above, falling through the hair net of the forest green. a deep symphony honours and secures future generations. at last we who may, impart strength lend our hands to the giant trees work, accumulation. awesome motion, in breadth and skill upon winds of changing fading colour. I came here, I asked to be blessed , and I was.

Spirit of Place : angel poem for Thora Rd section tyrion to Jasmine

WAITING, on the bridges 24.06.06 the bridge of life-to-life collects, collapses, collides. O how we (shriven) are driven, towards a distant goal. That Light of all lights, cannot it not be so, and we expect beauty. I could not come of it nor rise into that though once upon a time it may have been so. The pain and the knowledge are forerunners, and then comes grief. I open my heart to receive. I open my eyes , to see, Beauty, as never before , revealed in such majestic and utter splendour I could not ever expect. Leaves fall from trees. They are doves laying down their lives for me at my feet. A mountain of ghost gums look on and nod. Wisdom is waiting here deep in the heart core centre deep in the lore. I fulfill its agenda in my walking in my waking life o so far away from here. I must be, and there must be, hope and hopefulness, crossing over, today, of all days, the Waiting.

Spirit of Place : angel poem for Never Never looking from Gordonsville

Never Never from Gordonsville Love and blood entwined, in forest and mountain, in gum and leaf. in deeming and desire. I salute you, and it is returned. I am saluted, filled, full.

Spirit of place : angel poem for Never Never looking from Raleigh NSW Australia

Never Never from Raleigh soft as light forbidding but forgiving. I present myself at your door gracious, to share, to ponder. O how I long for the old, old days for the cool brightness of a forest deep of a tree, strong , of wickedness saturate. Mother-of-all to-be, Never-never lady, give me blessing grant me bounty grant me plenty. I am your humble servant. Before you I stand, angelman, this time round.

Spirit of place : angel poem for Urunga NSW Australia

storm cloud spirit over Urunga the foreboding comes around again. I am grateful to be present to have engraved upon my soul this meeting of ways, exousia. welcome to the world lost to you for so long

Spirit of Place:angel poem for McGraths Hump. Old Man sleeping.

Sun sets on McGraths Hump Ruby lips that kiss. She kisses as the sun fades down into the valley, shades of green. Yellow life blood courses in the depths and awakens the sleeping giant. shaking and quaking he begins his breath as a behemoth. Just like a whale he aches in his heart, purpose stirred. Listening for so long into the under ground veins : the water courses singing, and calling, and welcoming, joining forces. Correction is near. Do your children still dream of giants?