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Three of many Australian flags.

Three of many Australian flags.

Gods Own Country, Man owns nothing.

It is said first in best dressed.

It is said first in best dressed.

Dorothea Mackellar wrote the poem, My Country, while in England pining for Australia. I like this poem although I realize Australia is not my country. I do not own it I was only fortunate enough to be born here. Australia is my home no matter where I roam, I still call Australia home. We are one but we are many from all the lands on earth we come. This I really am in tune with. No one really owns anything it is all on loan. To quote, Shakespeare, All the world’s a stage and all men and women merely players on it. They have their entries and their exits. Realizing all things are passing and we are also impermanent we become less grasping and possessive.

Here's mud in your eye, Is a toast.

Here’s mud in your eye, Is a toast.

We are often blind to obvious facts. The indigenous people inhabited Australia when adventurous sea-farers claimed to have discovered a new land. Waving their flag they patriotically planted it in the earth declaring this land is ours. The hardy pioneer settlers followed clearing the land, fencing and bringing in their cattle. Polluting the aboriginal water holes and fencing their hunting grounds. My, brave adventurous pioneers, forefathers suffered the droughts and flooding rains. I admire their tenacity but in hindsight recognize their ignorance.

They called it home.

They called it home.

Jews, Christians and Muslims are still fighting over their promised lands. When will we learn possessing, hording and clinging will never bring peace? This is not in accordance with what their God advocates. I imagine all this could be blowin in the wind, if we stopped wanting, clinging and possessing. Took a deep breath of the free life-giving, air and meditated on what is truly ours to own. It is all impermanent, passing we can cling to nothing for very long.

A hard life no TV.

A hard life no TV.

It is not your country Dorothea, come back home to warmth and love. This world is home to the family of man our island home in the infinite cosmos. Everything in this world is interdependent sharing is necessity. Possessing is not a necessary requirement to enjoying something. The person that hoards riches invites crime and envy. Property comes with liabilities of storing, protecting and maintaining. When we give a kind word or a smile we see how it enhances our life. Then we can progress, giving more substantial aid to those in need.

Four horned off road transport.

Four horned off-road transport.

There is no room for pining if we are concerned in helping the less fortunate. We will not be blind to the obvious that we share this world and must consider others needs and different ways of life. Those flag waving patriotic overzealous empire builders, drew lines on maps cutting up countries and plundering the wealth, with no consideration of the original inhabitants. With disregard to others feelings they invaded lands, enforcing their language, religion and way of life on the natives. Much of the conflict in the world today is a legacy of those empire builders.

They all call Australia home.

They all call Australia home.

We need to stop being dogmatic in our beliefs and try to understand others beliefs. Misunderstanding and ignorance must be over come if we are to have peace on earth. There are no bad people they are sick or ignorant. Education is necessary to counter lack of knowledge and for people who are sick from lack of life’s necessities we need to share all we can. This is the only way to live in harmony with our fellow-man.

The reaction to force is opposing force. Wars create vengeance in the defeated and grief to the victorious as a war is never won without casualties. Man is a tear drop in an ocean of sorrow. Life is fleeting, and the sorrow is, it is too late when the bubble bursts to repentant. It is satisfying to give while you live and die in peace with no regrets. Our path through life is like a speeding bullet quickly reaching the target and the target is death. We own nothing we leave it all behind. Do not make waves as you sail through life. You cannot remain clean stirring up mud. To have no regrets leave clear water in your wake.

What is left at end of the day.

What is left at end of the day.

When waving the flag in god’s own country realise it is not yours.

This flag has a lot of history, written by the victors.

This flag has a lot of history, written by the victors.

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