"Bannú: Or Our Afghan Frontier"
Mayest thou (God) preserve me from cloudy sunshine.
The Australian Sunrise
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-australian-sunrise/
Waking up in the morning, I vow with all beings
to be ready for sparks of the Dharma
from flowers or children or birds.
Robert Aitken
http://www.gardendigest.com/morning.htm
foto – sunrise at raleigh 2010
I REACH FOR THE BLUE SKY Black earth is in my hands The blueness is blinding Black earth covers my hands The sky is beyond my reach Black earth is in my hands
Lidija Šimkutė
(born 1942)
http://www.efn.org/~valdas/simkute.html
foto – ulmarra skies 2010 jan
http://www.questia.com/PM.qst?a=o&d=14168338
" Yes, my love ! " he exclaimed, pressing the feverish hand of the child; "yes, my love! Santa Claus knows how to play the violin. He can play it charmingly, too ; and if you will only sleep, there, on your little pillow, your Angel will have him play for you
foto – grey crane in bilambil 2008 december
Plant not a palm tree in a house
http://www.ccel.org/ccel/schaff/anf05.iii.iii.iv.xxiii.html
foto – palm trees in bilambil ‘09
FOTO – VIEW FROM BEECHMONT TO THE SOUTH. 2009.
“Bann or, Our Afghan frontier“
Tall and stately as a pine, the daughter of the mountains stands at the tent-door in her indigo-dyed petticoat and hood, smiling on the gambols of her naked brats, or else sits down and rubs out corn for her lord who is a-field.
BANNU UNDER NATIVE RULE
For in your cosy cradle
The golden coloured me
Want to become again
A sleeping baby
With golden dreams
Sheung Wai Chan (Sherry)
FOTO –KINGSCLIFF MARINE PARADE 2004
The mists are curled o’er a dark-faced world,
And the shadows sleep around,
Where the clear lagoon reflects the moon
In her hazy glory crowned;
While dingoes howl, and wake the growl
Of the watchdog brave and true;
Whose loud, rough bark shoots up in the dark,
With the song of the lone Curlew!
Whose loud, rough bark
Shoots up in the dark,
With the song of the lone Curlew!
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To wish to act like angels while we are still in this world is nothing but folly.
Saint Theresa of Avila
Koel near window,
wakes me up calling his friends;
welcome, dawn herald.
http://www-personal.usyd.edu.au/~apert/poems.html
FOTO – BILAMBIL DAWN 2005
I don’t understand people who like to work and talk about it like it was some sort of goddamn duty. Doing nothing feels like floating on warm water to me. Delightful, perfect.
Ava Gardner
FOTO – BUBBLES ON AN ARMIDALE XMAS DAY
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