Late night flight
Cappuccino on the go
5 to 9
Another bloody red light
Sometimes life gets so busy busy and we can forget where we come from, we can forget that relatively recently we crawled embarrassed and naked out from the cool green trees.
lower a silver curtain
of translucent wetness
To the trees.
Little river slips to the ground over leaves, stems, branches,
Ridge after ridge of folded earth send river tumbling, slipping and sliding down rocky chutes to – a Fountain of Youthfulness.
Jesus!, there is some great art in Melbourne. Ok, there are some very moving galleries, for moving image, and of course, still more for the still images. But, the back alley walls rock with ‘graffiti’ art.
Imagine, roving bands of midnight artists keen to display their art in spray, hey, no pay, -respect.
This painting movement thing can be a little tricky, damn tricky.
There sits the blank, flat canvas
-and the world turns
Immersed in a tangled web
all must dance
to cascading fields of vibrations
all must flow
in rivers of energetic entanglement
Energy streams over the falling horizon
Radiant sun sends its atomic love
To a million million lively things
Wings take to the quiet morning air
Sending flurries of whirling eddies
Emerald grass dances to their passing
Wings dance to the gleaming sun
Ok guys, big breath,
it’s time to explore the strange lands of ephemeral, ever changing networks of connections – Facebook, Twitter, and and and………
What’s in there, how does it all work, and most importantly-
how do you do all this AND still live a busy, active life in the ‘real’ world?
I don’t know at the moment but hey – could be fun finding out!
This morning a lovely python wound out from the flowering jasmine,
that cascades down the side of the old water tank,
Winding out from the scented flowers,
it then settled it’s meterage
in the rainbow falling from the sun.
Surrounded by everything
Swimming in a sea of
Giraffes, ants and bees
You and me
Earth, sky and sea
Bundles of vibration
Protons neutrons electrons
There is nothing solid there.
Only bundles of vibration
Little bundles of vibration
Once apon a time,
Long, long ago
There was a guy.
He was confused.
after four years
of travel across
Asia to England.
Life was a little
What to do?
A voice from
the heavens said
“Marcus, go buy
a donkey and
walk to Cairns”
So he did.
He acquired a fine looking donkey-ess by the name of ‘Lady Diana’.
He then loaded her with life’s essentials and pointed her pointy end at Cairns and her big, fat round end at Brisbane. Off they went. A Brisbane newspaper came out and photographed guy and Lady Diana walking off into the wide blue yonder.
Problem was, Lady Diana wasn’t a work donkey, she was a star.
Her previous owner proudly declared she had starred in two television commercials.
This became apparent on day one. He loaded her up, tent, food, billy can hanging from the saddle bags. She just stood there like a big round christmas tree. He made numerous jokes about dog food commercials, She wasn’t amused. They managed to walk a big half hour until a blonde walked out of a farm house and said ‘Guys why don’t you come in and stay awhile” so they did. Have donkey meet women.
Day two was spent crossing a shallow 10cm deep creek. He didn’t know donkeys hated water. Never take your donkey water skiing, it won’t work.
It took about an hour and 60 metres of rope to cross those crocodile infested toe deep waters. He stretched the rope out from her halter to a small tree on the other side. He pulled, she inched forward her chin, he gathered in the inch, she pulled back, he lost the inch. After an hour of this her foot actually touched water and she just calmly walked across without a care in the world.
It was one of those learning experiences you hear about.
They survived and slowly wandered miles of lonely bush tracks, sleeping by creeks and water holes under dazzling skies sprinkled with the dust of diamonds.
Small country towns came and went,
it was a fabulous adventure but one that is too long for here.
He slowly turned into me and I look back with a distant fondness of hours of pleasant wandering out in the vastness of the Australian bush.