Daily reflection 1

People gather for doughnut discount
treats
the ordinary becomes extraordinary
Why lines too long and crowded for safety?

A mother places her child in a boat
before she disappears in the river
a mystery
Perhaps she saves him before herself?

Selfish and selfless
side by side.
Where is the owl to sort them?

The world swirls
pandemics and poverty side by side
warning song of the owl
calling for dialogue.
Questions gather like feathers.

Where is the owl?
Can humanity gather the souls to
Give them wings?

14/07/2020

Responsive reflections, written in response to daily events.

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Divine Love in the Holy Tree

Mt Lamington National Park, Queensland

 “O God, my God! Praise be unto Thee for kindling the fire of divine love in the Holy Tree on the summit of the loftiest mount: that Tree which is ‘neither of the east nor of the west,’ that fire which blazed out till the flame of it soared upward to the Concourse on high, and from it those realities caught the light of guidance…”

-‘Abdu’l-Baha, Selections From the Writings of ‘Abdu’l-Baha

 

This months Nineteen Months Contribution

Cast Away

Noosa (c) June Perkins

“Blessed is he who, in his sore longing after Thee,

hath cast away all else except Thyself.”

-Baha’u’llah, Prayers and Meditations

 

For more photographs and meditations visit Nineteen Months

Walk Meditations 1

Shadows, morning walk – June Perkins

Shadows

Softly patterning
walls into art.

Swiftly chasing
dreams trying to start.

Shattering
so many of the young.

Unwinding optimism
into flyaway threads.

Yet insight
might lie in their arc

-softly pattern recovery
beckon its start.

(c) June Perkins

Water of Life

Brisbane Australia, June Perkins

“Water symbolizes the water of life, which is knowledge, and fire is the fire of the love of God; therefore, man must be baptized with the water of life, the Holy Spirit and the fire of the love of the Kingdom.”
-`Abdu’l-Baha,Promulgation of Universal Peace

No Geometry

(c)Image June Perkins

The rain itself hath no geometry, no limits, no form, but it taketh on one form or another, according to the restrictions of its vessel. In the same way, the Holy Essence of the Lord God is boundless, immeasurable, but His graces and splendours become finite in the creatures…

-`Abdu’l-Baha, Selections From the Writings of `Abdu’l-Baha

For more see Nineteen Months

Unknowable and Fathomless Mystery

Latest photographic contribution to Nineteen Months. This month’s theme – Words.

Gumbootspearlz Photography

(c) June Perkins, Byron Bay Australia.

The beauty and power of the ocean expressed to me the unknowable, and fathomless mystery.

“To every discerning and illumined heart it is evident that God, the unknowable Essence, the divine Being, is immensely exalted beyond every human attribute…Far be it from His glory that human tongue should adequately recount His praise, or that human heart comprehend His fathomless mystery.”
-Baha’u’llah, The Kitab-i-Iqan

Latest contribution to Nineteen Months.  For more see  Ninteen Months Meditations on Kalimat – Words.

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Meditation Showed Me

(c) June Perkins

Meditation showed me: Mercy to light is shade, to darkness is light, to the miserable is joy, to night is day, to drought is rain, to floods is the sun, to suffering is beauty and in that meditation came this bird – the inward light of fire, walking in the spiritual waters of the soul.

“My calamity is My providence, outwardly it is fire and vengeance, but inwardly it is light and mercy. Hasten thereunto that thou mayest become an eternal light and an immortal spirit. This is My command unto thee, do thou observe it.”
-Baha’u’llah, The Hidden Words

You can visit this image and other inspiring images and quotations Nineteen Months.

Your Very Flesh

Sometimes poetry has intensely memorable lines.
Sometimes it inspires art collages, and perhaps another poem with it as a quotation.

What would you write after reading this line?

 

When I pass

Always behind
seeking to capture textures of a family walk
mushrooms in a tree stump

When I pass
is this one of the images that will flash before me?

When I pass will I see
reality lights of cane and sunset
flickering orange, green merging and
realise my soul is
an interconnection of light to light memories
people there flicker
into lamps of their soul

The lamp of my soul
becomes zen of light and circles
all colours
and none
is this what souls look like
when we pass and go to meet our loved ones?

 

(c) June Perkins, images and words.