Does a Koala shit in a gum tree and wipe his ass on a Cockatoo? Most likely

http://www.sunburntcountry.au.com/sayings/fulllist.html

The Cockatoo

(Mary Carolyn Davies)

Green and yellow cockatoo,
Won’t you let me talk to you?
Or if you would kinder be
Won’t you come and talk to me?

Tell me all about the places
Where the children have black faces,
Armlets, anklets, copper rings!
Where the cannibals are kings!

Has a hungry crocodile
Ever met you with a smile?
Have you taken many a trip
In a rakish pirate ship?

Cockatoo, cockatoo,
How I’d like to talk to you!
But as you can guess, I’d be
Gladder if you’d talk to me!

http://www.dennydavis.net/poemfiles/birds.htm

One of the most glorious messes in the world is the mess created in the living room on Christmas day. Don’t clean it up too quickly.”

~ (1919-), American writer, producer, humorist. ”  ― Andy Rooney

 

“At one time, most of my friends could hear the bell, but as years passed, it fell silent for all of them. Even Sarah found one Christmas that she could no longer hear its sweet sound. Though I’ve grown old, the bell still rings for me, as it does for all who truly believe.” 

― Chris Van Allsburg, The Polar Express

The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers. Basho

 

foto – flowers in the gardens of davidson’s whaling station just south of eden in twofold bay

My Country

The love of field and coppice
Of green and shaded lanes,
Of ordered woods and gardens
Is running in your veins.
Strong love of grey-blue distance,
Brown streams and soft, dim skies 
I know, but cannot share it,
My love is otherwise. 

I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror 
The wide brown land for me! 

The stark white ring-barked forests,
All tragic to the moon,
The sapphire-misted mountains,
The hot gold hush of noon,
Green tangle of the brushes
Where lithe lianas coil,
And orchids deck the tree-tops,
And ferns the warm dark soil. 

Core of my heart, my country!
Her pitiless blue sky,
When, sick at heart, around us
We see the cattle die
But then the grey clouds gather,
And we can bless again
The drumming of an army,
The steady soaking rain. 

Core of my heart, my country!
Land of the rainbow gold,
For flood and fire and famine
She pays us back threefold. 
Over the thirsty paddocks,
Watch, after many days,
The filmy veil of greenness
That thickens as we gaze … 

An opal-hearted country,
A wilful, lavish land 
All you who have not loved her,
You will not understand
though Earth holds many splendours,
Wherever I may die,
I know to what brown country
My homing thoughts will fly.

©Dorothea MacKellar

Mighty of purpose and stalwart of limb, Clove they a path through the forest so dim, Forward, adventuring, knowing no fears, Honour and praise to the old pioneers.

http://australianpoems.tripod.com/theoldpioneers.html

  John Sandes

foto forest gate on south arm road out of bellingen nsw

It is not so much for its beauty 
that the forest makes a claim upon men’s hearts, 
as for that subtle something, 
that quality of air that emanation from old trees, 
that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit. 
~ Robert Louis Stevenson ~

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.”

― Kahlil Gibran

 

 

SPRING AWAKENING BY LILY BAKER

Spring is the magical time

When the rainbow lorikeets hum and the honey suckles

Blossom,

When I actively bounce down the sand dunes

And onto the pea green grass,

The waratahs and the wattles bloom,

And my heart opens to the riot of spring.

I love this time when everything comes to life,

Nature triumphs in the trees, swaying freely in the wind,

Stealing my train of thought

And making my imagination run wild.

I am inspired by this heavenly kingdom,

The tranquillity of dew droplets falling,

Slowly

The mastery of the rain.

I feel connected.

Tree sap trickles down the bark of native gum trees

I examine this , calmly, curiously.

Sometimes the wind whispers to me at dusk

Giving me confidence within my body

I promise

I will always make the most of springtime.

 

Source: these poems were written by Australian children in masterclasses on The Four Seasons using The Hathorn Technique led by Libby Hathorn.

“A great master does not move his puppet if there is no reason to do so.”

—Bunraku instruction manual, quoted in A. C. Scott’s The Puppet Theatre of Japan

http://www.aaronshep.com/author/quotes.html

“Because to take away a man’s freedom of choice, even his freedom to make the wrong choice, is to manipulate him as though he were a puppet and not a person.”

― Madeleine L’Engle

 

 

Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit.

e. e. cummings

The marvellous richness of human experience would lose something of rewarding joy if there were no limitations to overcome. The hilltop hour would not be half so wonderful if there were no dark valleys to traverse.
Helen Keller

 

 

“There was a time I thought I couldn’t enjoy rock ‘n’ roll unless I had heroin in me”

Joe Perry of Aerosmith – 1989

Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.

Kahlil Gibrain

http://www.langservices.net/quotes.html

 

ಅಲ್ಲದ ಕನಸು ಕಂಡರೆ ಎದ್ದು ಕುಂಡ್ರು. if you see a negative dream, get up and sit.

Meaning: wake up to the alarming calls.

http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Talk:Kannada_proverbs

When Sleeping Woman Wake, Mountain Will Move

Chinese Proverb

Seek on high bare trails. Sky-reflecting violets. Mountain-top jewels”

― Matsuo Bashō, Japanese Haiku

You cannot stay on the summit forever; you have to come down again. So why bother in the first place? Just this: What is above knows what is below, but what is below does not know what is above. One climbs, one sees. One descends, one sees no longer, but one has seen. There is an art of conducting oneself in the lower regions by the memory of what one saw higher up. When one can no longer see, one can at least still know.

Rene Daumal

Have you ever heard of a flower that never needs Water, soil, or sunshine?

Source: Flower Poems – Poems about Flowers

Aldora Sparrow

“Stepping out of the busyness, stopping our endless pursuit of getting somewhere else, is perhaps the most beautiful offering we can make to our spirit.”

― Tara Brach, True Refuge: Finding Peace and Freedom in Your Own Awakened Heart

How do you eat an elephant? One bite at a time.

“A Ritual to Read to Each Other

If you don’t know the kind of person I am
and I don’t know the kind of person you are
a pattern that others made may prevail in the world
and following the wrong god home we may miss our star.

For there is many a small betrayal in the mind,
a shrug that lets the fragile sequence break
sending with shouts the horrible errors of childhood
storming out to play through the broken dyke.

And as elephants parade holding each elephant’s tail,
but if one wanders the circus won’t find the park,
I call it cruel and maybe the root of all cruelty
to know what occurs but not recognize the fact.

And so I appeal to a voice, to something shadowy,
a remote important region in all who talk:
though we could fool each other, we should consider—
lest the parade of our mutual life get lost in the dark.

For it is important that awake people be awake,
or a breaking line may discourage them back to sleep;
the signals we give—yes or no, or maybe—
should be clear: the darkness around us is deep.”

― William Edgar Stafford

Letting go is easy: it’s all downhill.”

― Lauren Oliver

“Spirituality is a mixed-up, topsy-turvy, helter-skelter godliness that turns our lives into an upside-down toboggan ride of unexpected turns, surprise bumps and bone shattering crashes .”

― Mike Yaconelli, Messy Spirituality: God’s Annoying Love for Imperfect People

Looking into the spirit of others is sometimes like looking into a pond. Though we aim to see what’s deep in the bottom, we are often distracted by our own reflection.”

― Katina Ferguson

Do your work,then step back.The only path to serenity.

-Unk

 

Whenever a thing is done for the first time, it releases a little demon.

― Emily Dickinson

“Have faith in who you are. Believe that you will recover, and it will truly happen. And don’t judge yourself too harshly. Some things are meant to be, and you had to fall so that later you may rise and become what you are truly meant to be.”

― Joseph Delaney, Clash of the Demons

I was sand, I was snow—written on, rewritten, smoothed over.

― Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin

“In every outthrust headland, in every curving beach, in every grain of sand there is the story of the earth.”

― Rachel Carson

Rest and laughter are the most spiritual and subversive acts of all. Laugh, rest, slow down.

― Anne Lamott, Plan B: Further Thoughts on Faith

“No changing of place at a hundred miles an hour will make us one whit stronger, or happier, or wiser. There was always more in the world than man could see, walked they ever so slowly; they will see it no better for going fast. The really precious things are thought and sight, not pace. It does a bullet no good to go fast; and a man, if he be truly a man, no harm to go slow; for his glory is not at all in going, but in being.”
― John Ruskin

A child lies like a grey pebble on the shore until a certain teacher picks him up and dips him in water, and suddenly you see all the colours and patterns in the dull stone, and it’s marvelous for the stone and marvelous for the teacher.

― Elizabeth Hay, Alone in the Classroom

“Oh, ‘twould be marvelous if the world and its moral questions were like some game board, with plain black players and white, and fixed rules, and nary a shade of grey.”

― Glen Cook, Shadows Linger

Fear pounds on the door to our heart demanding to be let in. Joy is modest and often comes into our lives like a shy person entering a room; it can take a while to even notice it’s there. ― Jonathan Carroll

Let us do our duty in our shop or our kitchen, the market, the street, the office, the school, the home, just as faithfully as if we stood in the front rank of some great battle, and we knew that victory for mankind depended on our bravery, strength, and skill. When we do that, the humblest of us will be serving in that great army which achieves the welfare of the world.

Theodore Parker. 

may my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living ― E.E. Cummings, Him

“I believe in the power of the imagination to remake the world, to release the truth within us, to hold back the night, to transcend death, to charm motorways, to ingratiate ourselves with birds, to enlist the confidences of madmen.”
― J.G. Ballard

inviting our bare flesh to dance

Carefree by Samuel Wagan Watson

http://ozpoemaday.wordpress.com/category/aboriginal/

“How is it possible that a being with such sensitive jewels as the eyes, such enchanted musical instruments as the ears, and such fabulous arabesque of nerves as the brain can experience itself anything less than a god.”

― Alan Wilson Watts, The Book on the Taboo Against Knowing Who You Are

Seedy wasn’t a fair description for the place, because seeds imply eventual regrowth and renewal. Jim Butcher, Ghost Story

“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.”

J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star.” Friedrich Nietzsche

“In fact, the mere act of opening the box will determine the state of the
cat, although in this case there were three determinate states the cat
could be in: these being Alive, Dead, and Bloody Furious.
Schrodinger’S Moggy explained”

Terry Pratchett, Lords and Ladies

into night, and so, a whole world slips away in the wash of a ship, the selves she could have been all laid to rest in the dust of the city she has lived in.

FROM LIANG YUE XIAN: LIKE THE AUTUMN CLOUDS, THEY ARE GONE

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World English Bible
As clouds and wind without rain, so is he who boasts of gifts deceptively.

foto – ulmarra clouds decmeber 2009

For every waggon load of wisdom there are two of stupidity.

"National proverbs: Serbia"

Without new experiences, something inside of us sleeps. The sleeper must awaken.
Frank Herbert

foto – south golden beach 2009

A man should avoid these six evils: lust, anger, avarice pleasure, pride, and rashness, for free of these he may be happy. (Sanskrit).

I Came to buy a smile—today—But just a single smile—The smallest one upon your faceWill suit me just as well—The one that no one else would missIt shone so very small—I’m pleading at the “counter”—…

Source: A man should avoid these six evils: lust, anger, avarice pleasure, pride, and rashness, for free of these he may be happy. (Sanskrit). | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

Bunny’s Excuse. There was once a wicked old sinner Who fancied a rabbit for dinner, But the bunny he met Said: “Don’t kill me yet, For I really am still a beginner.”

My living problems also cease to be struggles.

Heaven designs to suit our trials to our strength.

Though the sun shines, leave not your cloak at home.

” The queen’s mocking laughter cut in. “This is your treasure, Lord Sheftu?”

“Aye. The greatest treasure in Egypt—a maid whose loyalty cannot be bought. Whatever bargain we make, Daughter of the Sun, must include her freedom.”
― Eloise Jarvis McGraw, Mara, Daughter of the Nile

RISE TOGETHER

ADAM T NA SPEAKER

IF DRINKING DON’T KILL ME

THE MAN WITH THE GOLDEN ARM

SMALL TRIBUTE FOR IZZY FOREAL BY PETER CARRUTHERS

RISE TOGETHER

ADAM T NA SPEAKER

IF DRINKING DON’T KILL ME

THE MAN WITH THE GOLDEN ARM

SMALL TRIBUTE FOR IZZY FOREAL BY PETER CARRUTHERS