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Memory enhanced.

Memory enhanced.

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SONGS HAVE MEMORIES.

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As I remember we fitted together like a key in a lock. Until the way-would gypsy in me broke the lock that held us together. I was not ready to nest, I wanted to spread my wings and fly. Like the wild goose Frankie Lain sang about, in the 50s. But it was Judith Durham’s The Carnival is over that was haunting me in the 60s those harbour lights had mesmerised me.

We like to think we are wild geese.

We like to think we are wild geese.

 Life is a puzzle, full of ironies, and words are an imperfect medium to explain it. To allowed the monkey in our mind to wilfully swing from thought to thought is not mindful.  When one consciously lets the mind recall the past, or purposely plan for the future, it is alright. It is when we let our mind run on auto pilot and allow our subconscious to take the wheel we are in danger of losing control.

Who wants a better stove?

Who wants a better stove?

Hurrying to the future is prevalent in the technological world of today. Oblivious of our tasty breakfast we gulp our food to rush to a mundane job. Toiling for more than we need, desiring status symbols or devices we are told will save us time. Time cannot be saved; it is a passing thing that cannot be clung to. Aware, but not consciously aware and mindful, mindful is to be consciously aware, not running on auto pilot.

Full of youthful bounce.

Full of youthful bounce.

Knowing I am dwelling in the past is not fretting or regretting, it is recalling those passionate hot to trot youthful days, when love was synonymous with romance, infatuation and conquest. It is good not to forget those days and criticise the youth of today. Our vocabulary has improved now we know the meaning of reciprocity. Aware that true love is giving more than taking. True love is one thing that the more you give the more you receive.

Will they fall.... in-love ?

Will they fall…. in-love ?

Ignorant of the wisdom of the sages passed down through the ages. Back in my youth I had two gypsies in me, called curiosity and adventure, goading me on. The warm bed the tender caresses forfeited for faraway fields. There is no remorse, only a bitter sweet feeling of what might have been. I am sure I did the right thing; I needed to grow in understanding.

You see a lot when you travel.

You see a lot when you travel.

Traveling alone in foreign lands is the best teacher one can ever have.

May be this is your Christmas wish.

May be this is your Christmas wish.

In my memory she will remain a golden haired girl full of life. In reality I can imagine a grey and wrinkled woman. Our memory can span the ocean of time but an ocean of water has flown under the bridge since the 60s. Perhaps after a long tiresome journey she has gone home to rest. To be a billion dust-mites floating on the morning breeze to sparkle in the morning sun as new life.

A lovely person from the 60s.

A lovely person from the 60s.

Who knows?

I will end my love story here I have revealed enough. I have given you more than you realise, if not what you expected. Sorry if the ending was not a wonderful exciting climax. But this is not a TV romance made to make millions. It is just a story similar to many stories that leave us wondering.

This is the fruity ending, not as you pictured.

This is the fruity ending, not as you pictured.

 

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Holding hands in paradise.

Holding hands in paradise.

Wake up call.

Wisdom mixed with folklore.

Wisdom mixed with folklore.

The wisdom of the sages
has been passed down through the ages.
Still we do not know,
Love is the way to go.

Rainbows must have been a real puzzle.

Rainbows must have been a real puzzle.

Man could not explain,
the sunshine and the rain.
Only Gods could know,
so they were made to show.

I would rather marching girls.

I would rather marching girls.

The perplexing mystery of all creation,
Was solved by gods from every nation.
Then the arguments began,
who had the correct plan.

Is this the right foot.

Is this the right foot.

To keep control it would seem,
One God must be made supreme.
His foot prints in the sands of time,
still appear to many as sublime.

An awesome example of nature.

An awesome example of nature.

Mother Nature still exists,
though patriarchal Gods persist.
The puzzle still remains today,
Can science now show the way?

A digital camera, computer and Photoshop technology.

A digital camera, computer and Photoshop technology.

Or will technology be used to fight,
to see who’s God is in the right.
All the good we have today
Could just be thrown away.

Do not waste the free gifts of Mother Nature.

Do not waste the free gifts of Mother Nature.

Appreciation, love and trust,
in today’s world is a must.
Ignorance, greed, fear and hate,
Mother Nature will not tolerate.

You can copy my photo, the real thing cannot be replaced.

You can copy my photo, the real thing cannot be replaced.

Mother Nature is eternally sublime.
Man is mortal and will pass on in time.
A grain of sand or the starry sky,
it will not matter as time passes by.

How many grains of sand or stars in the sky.

How many grains of sand or stars in the sky.

All the blood sweat and tears,
all our stupid arguments and fears.
Why waste our time on pie in the sky?
When it is only a few years before we die.

Another example of Mother Natures, sun rise, sun set are constant reminders.

Another example of Mother Natures, sun rise, sun set are constant reminders.

Do not cry, we never die, we only change.
Atoms do not perish they only rearrange.
We may turn into dust mites floating on the morning breeze,
or into song birds singing in the tall green trees.

In a tree or warbling on my windowsill.

In a tree or warbling on my windowsill.

Let us prepare here today,
to live our life in a better way.
Caring and sharing in peace and calm.
Wake up! these words are your clock alarm.

Technology can be used in better way, I have fun  doing my best.

Technology can be used in better way, I have fun doing my best.

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Running free.

Running free.

Thirst.

Beautiful water, falls for you.

Beautiful water, falls for you.

The pure sweet water skips and dances down the mountain. People cup their hands and drink and cleanse themselves. Then a clever engineer wanting hydro power, built a dam. Chemists added colour and flavours to the water and they called this progress. The simple people had to be taught what was good, this they called promotion. The advertising industry was born. This came at a price in time and effort that needed to be paid for. The naive accepted the cost of the system without question and those running the scheme called it capitalism and were richly rewarded.

All need water.

All need water.

Lower down the rungs of the hierarchy questions of corruption in top management were raised and high profits and exorbitant executives salaries.  One who knew how the setup worked decided he would fence off a spring of water and control this gift of nature. He now had divine right to this water. He called it Holy water, without his blessing it did no good. He did not need to sell shares to construct dams, a fence was too easy. The money rolled in because gentle people believed his story and promises of everlasting life. Fencing operations flourished around springs everywhere with religious fervour. Guidelines were needed to control the lawless competition and keep the people submissive. Religion put in place laws to live by so peace would prevail. The commercial interests added their input and used police and soldiers to enforce them. Lawyers, barristers and judges were needed to rule on points of law and impose an appropriate penalty for those disregarding  their laws. Not trusting in an almighty god to do the job. This system was adopted in many countries and took over from war lords, dictators and royalty. It was called democracy.

Farms need water the fences are questionable.

Farms need water the fences are questionable.

Thinkers did not accept the divine laws, they were called scientists. Those that questioned the manmade laws were outlaws. The scientists had theories, if they could be proven they became facts, till in time some were disproven. They are still debating the issues to this day. This was called progress, it is something we do not know how to stop. Scientific discoveries and wondrous inventions have taken man out of this world. To live like a god, a god that has forgotten he is mortal, grasping, clinging and hording more than is needed to sustain life.

CSIRO museum Canberra, Commonwealth scientific research org.

CSIRO museum Canberra, Commonwealth scientific research org.

Hording riches and treasures creates envy, jealousy and hatred. The strong decided they would take what they wanted from the vulnerable. The clever invented patriotism and instilled fear in the people to heroically defend their land.  There was no shortage of exuberant, youthful warriors, on either side, fighting for different causes, but often praying to the same god for his blessings.

Another angle on water.

Another angle on water.

 Where did all our problems spring from?  Not being satisfied to quench the thirst, desiring more than necessary, wanting power over others. All things are passing as water in the mountain stream, the hand cannot grasp. All things are subject to change and wanting them to remain the same is a futile effort. This wanting is the problem, it is the cause of unhappiness. Man has been stirring the water till it is contaminated with muddy greed, jealousy and hate.

Sea Gulls need fresh sweet water.

Sea Gulls need fresh sweet water.

We need to calm down, be still, till the water settles and we will see clearly the errors of our ways. Understanding, caring and sharing, love and compassion can save us from drowning in our own pool of possessions. To once more let the mountain stream flow free for all to enjoy. Terra nullus,  the land belongs to no one.

Still water is needed to reflect.

Still water is needed to reflect.

 

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This is how I remember it.

This is how I remember it.

Memories of spilt coffee.

Those were the days my friend, we thought they would never end.

Those were the days my friend, we thought they would never end.

It is no good crying over spilt coffee on a white tablecloth. It is bad enough staining the table-cloth without letting it spoil your day. Why worry if you can do something to fix it, there is no problem. If it cannot be fixed worry does no good. This is what you can do about the spilt coffee on the table-cloth; ASAP soak the table-cloth in cold water. Clinging to and fretting over little mishaps is a waste of time. Digging up past memories of misfortune is like exhuming a decomposing corpse; they are better left to rest in peace. Or as the case could be, rest in broken pieces. Nothing lasts forever all is subject to change both the good and the bad.  It is best not to completely forget those misadventures, just do not dwell on them. By not fully forgetting in the future you will spill less coffee.

Let us not forget.

Let us not forget.

I wonder who is kissing her now; I wonder who’s looking into her eyes, telling her lies, breathing sighs. There are those bitter-sweet memories. Let us not get too sentimental or maudlin, that was then, this is now.  By now she is way past those kinds of kisses and has far too many wrinkles to be taken in by blarney. I have never lied; though, I may have handled the truth a little carelessly and that is what spills coffee.

That what how it was, it has all changed.

That’s how it was, it has all changed.

That was yesterday’s bad news. This is the stop-press news, today’s news, and it is all good news. The good news you have been patiently waiting for. It does not matter what the headlines are, it is all good news, if we can accept work as a challenge, or a lesson, or a labour of love. AS when we are good to others we plant a seeds that will feed us in the future. To foster good fortune plant plenty of good seed and care for them with love. The love that does not leaves you wondering who is kissing her now, but the love that is only concerned about her welfare and happiness. Selfless love asks for nothing in return or it becomes a commercial deal.

Forget your age dance with the children.

Forget your age dance with the children.

 The PC or iPad are far better than TV, you have more interaction with them. Although they can also be miss used or over used. These are useful things to remember along with the good times. File the other negative memories in a folder with an obscure name so they are difficult to recall. Computer nerds will understand this. Other people who are occupied with something active and invigorating will have the heart pumping, the blood flowing and have no time for remorse. You can work off a lot of tension when you are engaged in physical activity.

Words in a frame, were they ever spoken?

Words in a frame, were they ever spoken?

Actions are more effective than words. You can read a recipe-book full of culinary delights and remain hungry. It is the action when we bite into the food savouring the texture, tasting  and chewing it thoroughly extracting all essence, before letting it slip down the strawberry lane, that our hunger is appeased. It is no good giving words to the starving, or kind thoughts, even prays are useless.

Do all those TV ads satisfy our hunger, all they do is make us want more and feed our greed?

 Our world is being hijacked, taken over by commercialism and our mindless inactivity is letting it happen. Open your eyes and open a book and read for a change. You may like to read “Fast Food Nation.” By Eric Schlosser. It spills more than coffee, it spills the beans.

To be always wanting is to be never satisfied.

To be always wanting is to be never satisfied.

Why were they the ‘good old days,’ when I could piss over the moon, (no prostrate problems) no TV, no financial worries? Most of us have fond memories of our childhood activity, think of the simple pleasures we had. Today children are being taken over by TV and molested by advertising. No need to completely give up the things we enjoy just be aware of what is beneficial. By mindlessly sitting and letting big corporate business dictate to us what we must have, makes people want what they don’t needed. You will not spill coffee if, you break the habit, drink a glass of clear water, to flush your system. The caffeine is just waste your system has to expel.

In fear of our fellow man we bread fear in our neighbours.

In fear of our fellow-man we breed fear in our neighbours.

Bad memories can be compensated by a bad memory. Memories are history and the winners record the history and the losers are left with regrets. When history is honestly looked at, were they discoverers or invaders, were they settlers or squatters; are they freedom fighters or vicious, greedy, guerrillas? They were the enemy, why are they now our friends?

If you want to see it from their point of view you have to change your position to see their view-point.

To stand in their position you will have a different perspective or your picture will be distorted. Was it necessary all the carnage, or was it only to promote business, producing bombs to blow up and destroy to create work to rebuild? We must remember, at the end of the day, at the going down of the sun, lest we forget and spill more coffee.

Love to see the beauty of a sunrise but for some it has set.

Love to see the beauty of a sunrise but for some it has set.

 

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Together.

A brand new day.

A brand new day.

Together.

When we are home this is it.

When we are home this is it.

I am blessed with another day to spend with you.

What wondrous things have you planned to do?

We have travelled far you and me.

Still there are lots more for us to see.

The world is large, we are small.

We live in hope, but can’t see it all.

In Korea, small children in vibrant Hanbok colours.

In Korea with children in their beautiful Hanbok  dress.

Appreciate our life is a candle in the breeze.

So enjoy life’s gifts, as the birds in the trees.

Appreciate taste, smell and hear,

All life’s free gifts that are here.

 An exotic fragrance drifts on the air.

We follow our noses to see what’s there.

Attracted by the sent of  Jasmine I come close up.

Attracted by the scent of Jasmine I come close up.

Hungry to find new foods to taste,

Culinary samples from every race.

Travel hunger carries us further on,

 Curiosity drives us far, to the beyond.

Beyond the comfort of our home,

That is the price when you roam.

At the end of the day Is the time to pray.

At the end of the day Is the time to pray.

Beyond the sunset into the night,

We dance to a song of heavenly delight.

Take a chance start with a dance,

 It could turn to love and romance.

In love with all life and one another,

What a wondrous world we discover.

Happier than a king on his throne,

Together facing life’s unknown,

Two people in love with life.

Two people in love with life.

Foot note   In 1982 Pauline and I met at a dance, one week before our birthdays.

Looking into a Bromeliad flower.

Looking into a Bromeliad.

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Waves like Queen 'We will rock you.'

Waves ”We will rock you.’ like Queen.

Mindful.

Some can handle the waves.

Notice some can handle these waves.

Aware, alert, focused and attentive all similar words but the word mindful fits what I am writing about. To be mindful of our thoughts and emotions and the effect they have on our wellbeing. We need to understanding how a sensory perception or a subliminal perception triggers a thought in our mind and gives rise to waves of emotion. with this understanding we pause before these waves break.

Stay safe ride the waves to the beach.

Stay safe ride the waves to the beach.

A thought has no power of its own, till the person experiencing that thought grants it the power. Discernment is needed before we act on a thought and the emotion it gave rise to. Mindful of these thoughts and emotions, pause and realize the feeling being experienced. Unmindful of strong emotional waves breaking in our mind, we are like a ship in heavy seas off a rocky shore. Aware of these emotions in our mind we have the power to steer clear of the hazards that can wreck our life.

These wawes can be handled.

These waves can be handled.

Aware that a wide range of thoughts and emotion can be prompted by our daily encounters. We are mindful of what is harmful and beneficial sensory input. What we surround ourselves with will reflect our thoughts, in a positive or negative way. Life today is full of distractions to be wary of, negative media reports and entertainment and unethical people create negative emotion. Such as impatience, anger, jealousy, hate, and other unhelpful emotional states to enter our mind. If mindful we pause and correct these negative thoughts. To be conscious of impatience and realize it is unproductive and if unmindful develops into anger. If anger is not controlled, like a fire it burns the one closest to it. Why do we upset ourselves in this way?

A fire out of control.

A fire out of control.

In heavy traffic impatience and anger often get out of control. Curtsy and consideration are The antidote. If someone lacks courtesy, anger is not the answer. Consideration is the answer. Perhaps the driver is under life threatening pressure, probably not, but to assume so is to lower our tension. Life is not always to our liking. We must be cooperative and obliging, going with life’s flow. Thoughts give rise to emotions, watchful of these thoughts and arising emotions gives us more control over events in our life.

Stopped by Bushfire.

Stopped by Bushfire.

Aware, alert and focused is not all, we need mindful as well. Aware and alert can avoid an accident but if we are not mindful of our thoughts and emotions we could react in a foolish way. By honking the horn in anger, alarming other drivers unnecessarily, or stick our arm out the window to make a rude gesture at the offending driver, thoughtless of passing vehicles. Unmindful we have lost our composure and our focus on what we are doing.  Letting the outside sensory perceptions run our mind unconsciously is to be out of control. Mindfulness is the first step in taking control of our life.

Natures restful cathedral.

Natures restful cathedral.

Meditation helps one understand how thoughts can disturb us. In breathing meditation when we are concentrating on the breath we should not be upset by invasive thoughts, this is how we learn to let thoughts come and go while staying focused on what we are doing. We become mindful of what is important to us in the now and, unflustered, can return to our practice. This is the way to become tranquil and undisturbed by the unimportant.

reflect on a peaceul mind.

Reflect on a peaceful mind.

Where do these invasive thoughts come from? If they are prompted by a noise directly experienced that is obvious. Some time they are a mystery. In our quiet secluded well-chosen meditation sanctuary, a gentle breeze touches us softly bringing the fragrance of frangipani. Concentrating on our breath we are only subliminally aware of the breeze and the scent but a thought from the past comes into our mind. We have a lifetime of memories waiting to be aroused. Mindful of pleasant or unpleasant thoughts we stay focused not distracted in this way we learn self-control.

The frangipani sent Pauline the thought in prompted.

The frangipani scent prompted the thought of Pauline.

Impatience, anger, hate and thoughts of revenge are not going to help anyone. Instead we can feel sorry for the drivers with problems. They will have  accidents hurting their self or someone else. Actions always have consequences and thoughts come before actions. Those wild, angry, hateful thoughts and actions will one day hatch into monsters that will bite the one who gave them birth. No need to be the judge and executioner that is a thankless task.  Kind and caring thoughts and actions will enhance our life. Meditate or sit quietly and think about being aware of emotional states as they arise in the mind.  Emotional states shape our life. To be mindful and have control of our emotions will bring peace into our life.

Devilish thoughts.

Devilish thoughts.

 

 

 

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Pauline Annan river Qld.

Pauline Annan river Qld.

Life’s Stream. 

 These falls are not seen from the road so are often missed.

These falls are not seen from the road so are often missed.

Pleasures hurry by like a mountain stream,

                                        kissed by the sunlight’s golden beam.

Gurgling happily, bubbling along

 a child of the mountain singing Mother Nature’s song.

Borne in the mountains far from the ocean.

Born in the mountains far from the ocean.

All young play

 in a similar way

 joyful, joking full of fun

 from sun up till the day is done.

The sun sinks low, the sparkle is gone

 childhood passes, we must move on.

Soft patient water wears away hard rock.

Soft patient water wears away hard rock.

As we grow and mature

  pleasures in life become fewer.

Obligations and deadlines to meet,

 work to ensure our life stays sweet.

As sure as the sun moves across the sky

all things in life are passing by.

One of natures free gifts, Ok two of natures gifts.

One of natures free gifts, Ok two of natures gifts.

Only gather what you need

 grasping more is only greed.

When we struggle for possessions

 we have not learned our lessons.

The stream of life flows so fast

 the joys of childhood do not last.

A t tranquil place to rest and let the world catch up.

A t tranquil place to rest and let the world catch up.

The water flows to a lower plain

 it cannot go back up again.

Meandering slow it sings soft and low

 there is only one way it can go.

Cool and refreshing.

Cool and refreshing.

Our body is mostly water if we dehydrate we die

We leave all our possessions and our loved ones may cry.

When water dries up in a puddle I know were the steam will go.

But when I dry up and my life is over will I go up or down below?

Life's stream has many changing moods.

Life’s stream has many changing moods.

As a tear drops in the ocean we are so very small.

Compared to the starry sky I am nothing at all.

 Water returns to the sky above

 the best we can do is leave memories of love.

The moon showing off.

The moon showing off.

From the heavens tear drops fall

running back to the oceans primeval call.

The clouds gather heralding rain

 and the whole procedure starts again.

High above Cook Town.

High above Cook Town.

Man must return to mother earth

 to nurture new things for rebirth.

The ego that once was me,

who knows what it will be,

does it really exist in me

or an allusion that I see.

The wanting dictator in my mind

 that made me greedy and unkind,

keeping me desiring, wanting more

 although I need nothing, I am not poor.

Stirring the mud, polluting the air

 with an attitude of I do not care.

Water sings many songs.

Water sings many songs.

All beings need water and air to survive

 nothing is so important to staying alive.

As the wheel of life rolls along

 go with the flow, sing a song.

 Slow down, let the water clear

to see our obligations here

 are to promote good for everyone,

 appreciate life with wholesome free fun.

Rest by the river and revive

 be thankful you are alive.

the young play all day.

the young play all day.

There are places to swim and hills to climb

 to enjoy a view of the sublime.

As an example for you and me

Mother Nature’s gifts are free

for all to savour and enjoy

 not abuse, plunder and destroy.

I try to control thoughts of greed

 and only take what I need.

Banish anger, hatred and fear from my mind

 and replace them with what is good and kind.

 I try to understand and learn all I can

to become a better man.

Buddha statue, ruins of Ayuttaya Thailand.

Buddha statue, ruins of Ayuttaya Thailand.

 I am on the Buddha’s path, you should know,

 and think it is the way to go.

Many paths lead up to an inspiring view,

select carefully the  one that suits you.

There are many that know

but never go.

Pauline our van Matilda and Sunflowers, loving life.

Pauline our van Matilda and Sunflowers, loving life.

They talk the talk but do not take the walk.

Ice is water that has become cold and dense.

Man is cold-hearted if he loses commonsense.

This poem is not a work of art

 but in a small way may play a part

 in helping someone stay afloat.

Have I written a poem or built a boat?

Malanda Falls another  swimming hole..

Malanda Falls another swimming hole..

 

 

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Garden gate.

Time and the garden gate.

Drawing on time.

Roosting rooster.

Roosting rooster.

Why is a picture worth a thousand words? The first cave drawings were done by the indigenous people of Australia. The importance of man discovering drawing allowed ideas to be passed on to future generations. The Egyptians then discovered hieroglyphics, picture writing and the Chinese developed abstract picture characters. This allowed information to span across the obstacle of time. A giant step was made in human knowledge allowing vast stores of information to accumulate unobstructed by the barrier of time.

Taking it easy.

Taking it easy.

This has made possible the technology we have today. From cave drawing to letters, the pin hole camera to moving pictures. Need I go on; you only have to look at your P.C. as an example. Although it is not obvious, those primitive drawings were responsible for the visual wonders we have today.

We are safe the cats are contained.

We are safe the cats are contained.

The written word in book form is being overtaken by the technology of today. We are becoming more reliant on pictures for our information. There is a danger in the ease of this visual excitement, we can become lazy.  Sitting back and becoming what is termed a couch potato, vegetables planted in the T.V. garden, vegetating. Letting multinational corporations brain-wash and lead us to believe whatever is in their vested interests. It could be to coercing us to buy something we do not need and possibly cannot afford, or frighten us into increasing our armaments.

Play time.

Play time.

Be aware a picture may be worth hundreds of thousands of dollars to the mercenary few who control our media. To those few mercenary people I would like to say contentment cannot be found in material things. It is a poor man who needs position or possessions to be happy. Pleasures are fleeting and like a mirage can never satisfy our thirst.

Our wondrous world with Sun Bird and Zygo cactus.

Our wondrous world with Sun Bird and Zygo cactus.

Today we have too many wondrous distractions to divert us from our arts, crafts and the enjoyment and pleasure in living closer to nature. We are misled into thinking we need many things to be accepted into society. Most of these things are unnecessary desires not needs. We should carefully consider our options also balance our time and activities.

More wonders.

More wonders.

Today it may be thought that drawing has little significance other than an enjoyable pastime. This is not the reason why I am not drawing. The reason is I have been enticed into buying a digital camera and a computer I have taken the tempting bait I am hooked like a greedy fish.

Isa Brown, my favourite red hen.

Isa Brown, my favourite red hen.

There are other reasons I am drawing less. Pauline and I are caring for a two and a half acres property; it is wonderful to be gardening, watching seeds grow, caring for hens and roosters, turning the soil, with the fowls following scratching in the soil, There fresh eggs are pure gold reflecting their natural happy lifestyle. I am also learning to play a ukulele my son gave me and practicing the Chinese way of painting.

Getting into the food.

Getting into the food.

Take a look at Pauline’s blog pommepal@wordpress.com to see more photos and details of our adventures in Malanda and activities on the property in a forest setting. You will see pictures worth a thousand words and words worth reading. Pauline is now drawing really well and her photography justifies the invention of the camera.

Free range, every chook should live this way.

Free range, every fowl should live this way.

All our inventions are wonderful if used to enhance the joy of life. We may overcome the obstruction of time but we can never triumph over time. That is impossible, for man is mortal and time never ends. Time moves relentlessly, we must use it well and enjoy as it is limited. No matter how many short cut inventions we acquire, never forget our time is still the more valuable.

With room to roost. after foraging all day.

With room to roost. after foraging all day.

 

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Quiet and restful.

Quiet and restful.

Ross and Campbell Town in south-east Tasmania are well worth a visit as they are steeped in history with many of the old buildings remaining.

In need of TLC.

In need of TLC.

I will leave Pauline tell you all about that in her blog, when she gets around to it. Hit this link my <Pommiepal. Word press.com>.

I took some photos of the old graves while there. They provoked me to thinking about all the trouble people go to on behalf of loved ones. Then time relentlessly does natures work and obliterates the memory leaving only a beautiful reminder of mans mortality. I looked at the moss and lichen on the leaning tombstones of the unkempt graves.

A stark reminder.

A stark reminder.

  I thought what would I leave behind although I hope this is premature, I am past my use-by date and a strong breeze could blow my candle out effortlessly. So I will post this now rather than later.

Is this the only way to world peace.

Is this the only way to world peace.

Checking out.

Without superstition what’s my position.

Where will I go when I’m gone?

When only my memory lives on.

What was it worth my time here on earth?

A generation or two may be the best I can do.

The giants of the past their memories all last.

There is one consolation in not being a sensation.

I did it my way as Frank Sinatra would say.

While I am still here I will make it clear.

For what it is worth my time here on earth.

Was mostly all fun and I thank everyone.

It will be sad to leave if it make you grieve.

Crocodiles love people.

Crocodiles love people.

To swim where the crocodiles play could have avoided today.

I could have gone out in style and made a crocodile smile.

And leave in a recyclable way to deprive the undertaker of pay.

That’s my last joke before I go up in smoke.

To float up to a sky I believe is devoid of any pie.

I have had my time in paradise and it has been very nice.

Now I am ready to take a rest after giving it my best.

Not believing in a god it is back to the land of nod.

Answering the call and returning to the all.

That is nature’s way at the ending the day   

 I will never deceive you I will just love you and leave you.

Crocodile tracks back from the ocean.

Crocodile tracks back from the ocean.

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Water bubbles.

Water bubbles.

The River.

Cascades Litchfield National Park N.T.

Cascades Litchfield National Park N.T.

I know my world is a beautiful bubble, a perfectly round film with rainbow reflections, sparkling brightly in the sunshine of loving kindness. This thin-film contains the breath of life. It is inevitable that one day the bubble will pop. When my bubble bursts, nothing in my world can be destroyed, things can only change form. Will the thin-film of moisture become the dew-drop on a flower glistening in the morning sun of a new day? Our body is made of eighty percent water where will we flow when we go? Life is like a river we can only go with the flow, where it takes us we can never know. The highs are the turbulent rapids; the tranquil reflections in the depths are unfathomable dark pools.

Foam on Burleigh Beach.

Foam on Burleigh Beach.

The bubble is the foam, the youthful dance of life, the joyous hops, and other intoxicating trips we may take. It cannot last, it changes with time as gravitation pulls the sagging flesh down towards the depths below. At peace below the wild waves the sediment settles. This life is a cryptic, metaphorical, puny play on words. Life is a puzzling curiosity a driven adventure of discovery, ironically we find it is incomprehensible. So we write our books full of hypotheses on creation theories that cannot be proven. What else can we do but believe our own creations of creators?

Beautiful glistening water.

Beautiful glistening water.

The water flowing under the bridge looks the same today as yesterday. It is the same river it has not changed but it is not the same water. The bubble bursts the dew-drop becomes one with the river, as the oneness of our world. Water changes from solid to liquid and to vapor. The sun drives the ocean currents and air flows. Our dust-mite planet revolves in the infinite cosmos.

Shallow to the deep calm.

Shallow to the deep calm.

Our sun turns the water to steam, the cool air turns it back to water. Man consists of mostly water the reminder is made from food we eat. The sun provides the light for plants to grow by transforming compost into life. The plants are food for animal life to grow, mature and die completing the cycle.

Dew drops.

Dew drops.

We came out of this world naked we will return into this world taking nothing. We own nothing it is all on loan. Everything is interconnected something dies so something may live and to take more than you need to sustain life is wasteful. This is natures impartial law to be in tune with nature is the right way to live.

Beauty in a flower.

Beauty in a flower.

Without a reliable compass to guide us we sail in hazardous waters. Search for calm waters using whatever guide you find effective and remember there may be more than one path to that peaceful paradise we are all searching for. Be tolerant and respectful of other beliefs and it is possible they will be reciprocal.

The breeze ripples the water and the Lotus [eand.

The breeze ripples the water and the Lotus leans.

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