Then bury me deep ‘neath the foaming sea, that grave for the plaything of destiny. by G.F.P.

http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article31738793

1 BURY ME DEEP

foto – vic manuel’s launch of bury me deep at the bellingen memorial hall october 2013

 

 

“Do not keep on with a mockery of friendship after the substance is gone – but part, while you can part friends.  Bury the carcass of friendship: it is not worth embalming.”


–  William Hazlitt

http://www.gardendigest.com/friendship.htm

I thought how with your spacious hospitality In its high tide you’d made all life a feast – Douglas Alexander Stewart

http://www.inspirationalstories.com/poems/for-kenneth-slessor-douglas-alexander-stewart-poems/

1 SEAGULLS AT BELLWOOD

 

foto – feeding seagulls at bellwood park in nambucca nsw australia

It was there that I found them:
the seagulls – the secret
of where they go at night.

Belinda Rule

http://cordite.org.au/poetry/notheme2/gestalt-with-seagulls/

kill hide hit deny

Ali Cobby Eckermann. little bit long time.

http://www.emsah.uq.edu.au/awsr/new_site/awbr_archive/147/Cobby.htm

1 WALLABIES HIDDEN

foto of wallabies hidden in the grasses near the shack at brierfield just out of bellingen

 

 

I am but an humble explorer of the science of non-violence. Its hidden depths sometimes stagger me
just as much as they stagger fellow-workers

Ghandi.

wild brumbies run

LEE EMMETT

http://www.voicesnet.org/displayonepoem.aspx?poemid=153321

1 SANDY OF THE BRUMBIES

 

foto – sandy from new york who saves brumbies in brierfield australia

 

“I? I am the wind,’ said Thowra. ‘I come, I pass, and I am gone.’ The strange feathers moved up and down, the strange voice said tartly: ‘And are your sons the same?’ ‘My son is the lightning that strikes through the black night. My grandson is light that pierces the dark sky at dawning.’ ‘Ah,’ said the first emu, ‘and we know your daughter is the snow that falls softly from above and clothes the world in white. You want but the rainbow — that is and was and never will be, and is yet the promise of life — and the glittering ice which is there and is gone: then you and your family will possess all magic.” 

― Elyne Mitchell, Silver Brumby Kingdom

Music is my life But some people call it noise I love listening. Patricia (U.S.A.)

http://www.creative-writing-now.com/haiku-poems.html

1 BUSKER

foto- busking on the streets of bellingen nsw australia

“In the end, though, maybe we must all give up trying to pay back the people in this world who sustain our lives. In the end, maybe it’s wiser to surrender before the miraculous scope of human generosity and to just keep saying thank you, forever and sincerely, for as long as we have voices.” 

― Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love: One Woman’s Search for Everything Across Italy, India and Indonesia

 

 

 

Did you soar into the clouds, impossibly?

1 CLOUD

 

We see quite clearly that what happens to the nonhuman happens to the human. What happens to the outer world happens to the inner world. If the outer world is diminished in its grandeur then the emotional, imaginative, intellectual, and spiritual life of the human is diminished or extinguished. Without the soaring birds, the great forests, the sounds and coloration of the insects, the free-flowing streams, the flowering fields the sight of the clouds by day and the stars at night, we become impoverished in all that makes us human.

Thomas Berry

http://www.quotesforthemind.com/categories/canadian-quotes/canadian-quotes-proverbs-sayings-and-poems/