The circle of life...

Dust!
I hate it, 
though I love its Mother Earth.
I wish all dust would just pack up
and move away to Perth.
I guess I should apologise to
people in the West;
Its not their fault that dust bunnies 
are such a bloomin' pest!
:-)

That Time of Year

Snow light, sun shine, monsoon, arid land.

For centuries

a spirit of something good touches each place

at this time.

Different labels, accents, lingo, images

do not confuse the spirit -

only those who choose to misunderstand

the simple point.

Harmony – what’s so scary about it?

Peace – would it kill you?

Sharing – only hurts if you’re greedy.

Call it by any name, or none.

Just BE the joy in someone’s day,

Give your best – improve the world.

Live to your full potential -

You are the spirit,

All year round.

Morning

Alarm jangles, fingers grapple

Brain still full of cobwebs;

A sigh, a groan, a massive yawn

“Mm-m-morning already?” a voice mumbles

From the ether;

Eyes squeeze tight, block out light

Pretend it was a dream -

Embraced by gentle arms

Of unconsciousness,

Head rests on the shoulder of Slumber.

Alarm jangles!