John Coltrane; My Favourite Things

I’ve always loved this wonderful Rogers and Hammerstein song, since first hearing the captivating melody as a boy as part of the soundtrack of “The Sound of Music”. Later I discovered John Coltrane’s wonderful version. And with my 12 year-old son’s preparation of the same song with his “Sydney Southeast Symphonic Wind’s Orchestra” for their annual participation in the Cantabile Concert at the Sydney Opera House on August 19, the circle is complete. My son is performing his second year in a row at the SOH, and it is his fourth year of playing the Bass Guitar, a wonderful achievment especially as reading music is difficult to learn in later life, something he has now already achieved, whether he pursues music professionally or not.

Dream Meeting

the scent of wisteria
in the soft moonlight;
clouds hurrying by

late at night,
glimmer of a dying lamp;
roar of heavy wind

dream meeting;
while my body sleeps,
a walk in the far country

awake;
saying your name, I remember
but cannot say!

The Wayshower is the Master Principle, and represents God’s will as given through Divine Spirit, or the Voice of God. It takes form according to that which will be accepted by the seeker, and guides Soul over the rocky shoals of life. It is the Wayshower Rumi referred to as “The Friend”, which he encountered in the person of Shams of Tabriz; “What I thought of before as God, I met today in the person of Shams”.

The Wayshower

only love can overcome
the arrows and slings of
outrageous fortune

fear is a fine spur
but love is infinitely
more satisfying

two doors of soul;
on the cusp between the worlds
of becoming and of being

the wayshower;
“I can point the way but you
yourself must walk the path!”

wanting no thing,
needing no thing,
becoming no thing…

coolangubra “All in You, All in Me”

The House That Love Built

a wolf at the door;
an unearthly visitation
helping us escape

the house that love built;
unshaken through the furious
winter rages

silence is death’s voice;
I rose above clouds and became
the light of the moon

chu-it, chu-wee,
plovers up on the roof;
same time every morning

You are most welcome, dear Sudhi…

the world is full of
treasures, but none greater than
the human heart!

God’s will?
depends on which day it is;
assassination nation

Men are April when they woo, December when they wed.
Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives…. Shakespeare

My Delirium

I have two loves I’ve loved so well,
One’s face is dark, the other fair.
But whilst my lady does excel,
My mistress is beyond compare.

How blue the eyes, how pure the heart;
The one I could never do without.
How dull the hue, how black the art;
The one that sows the seed of doubt.

Each have their time, each have their place,
Their secret trysts and rendezvous.
Each have their smell, each have their taste,
Each have their long and fond adieus.

Where is the man who’d dwell in strife,
Where is the man who’d fret and strut?
Where is the man who’d leave his wife,
And risk it all for some poor slut?

Come, raise your glass to those that wed,
And speak of love most eloquently;
Without a mistress in one’s bed,
Life passes, oh, so miserably!

How blue the eyes, how pure the heart,
The one I could never do without.
How dull the hue, the lips that part,
The one that has the perfect pout.

I have two loves I’ve loved so well,
One’s cheek is wan, the other, red.
But whilst my lady does excel,
My mistress is the best in bed!

Come, raise your glass, come drink your fill,
Come sing from my psalterium;
Who’ll come to free, the all of me
From my delirium?