Reminders from a foraging honeater
The honey-eater feeds from a Grevillea offering
I delight from its vibrant famished presencing
It flips and flaps between the purplish, spidery flowers
A state of focused being that empowers
To those who feel vulnerable and lost
In being absent and not being there is a cost.
So my friends take the mindful time out to Be
Co-present your heart and eye to truly see
The sentient intelligent underbelly of all life's forms
In engaging empathically, I am re-born.
A World within a raindrop
The raindrops hold onto Hakea leaves
Reflecting the sky and twisting eucalypt trees
Clinging to outstretched Hakea limbs
Dropping to the gentling breezy rhythms
I peer into the the drops: one, two, perhaps three
Reflecting worlds that oft we do not see.
In this presencing stillness of a Hakea tree
I open up to eternal reflections: what is this me?
Like these drops, I cling to the old
Fear and ego preventing me joining the fold
As I gaze with loving embrace
I re-perceive my self within each drops face.
They reflect a transparent meaning
Only to be interpreted with my presencing being
I see myself in the clinging and releasing
As well as the Divine in compassionate feeling
Each drop of the Divine forms of its own volition
So do I re-form within this loving meditation
The eye of the heart, the eye of the soul
Are gateways to seeing through to the whole
And what is seen, remains unseen
Through the intimate connection I have always been
The Hakea leaves, drumstick cones and eucalypt twistings
Within Nature's embrace are such enduring feelings