Thursday, 23 July 2015

We No Who U R

Nick Cave's son Arthur sadly died recently, after an accidental Brighton cliff fall.

Tree don't care what the little bird sings
We go down with the dew in the morning light
The tree don't know what the little bird brings
We go down with the dew in the morning
And we breathe, it in
There is no need to forgive
Breathe, it in, there is no need to forgive
(again)

The trees will stand like pleading hands
We go down with the dew in the morning light
The trees all stand like pleading hands
We go down with the dew in the morning light
And we breathe it in
There is no need to forgive
Breathe it in, there is no need to forgive
(again)

The trees will burn with blackened hands
We return with the light of the evening
The trees will burn blackened hands
Nowhere to rest, with nowhere to land

And we know who you are
And we know where you live
And we know there's no need to forgive

by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

Beneath the apple tree

there is a little place I know
big enough for a mouse to hide
beneath the apple tree - one day
when I am young again
there'll just be room for me.

by Joy Hester
Source: Wikimedia Commons

Girls' Footy (Aussie Rules) Team

They won all their six games of the championship.
Girls' Australian Rules Football Team © Jennifer Phillips

Hankering

Equal parts confusion and frustration.
A measure of sadness
The sands of time drift
My sands drift, sometimes content, sometimes spent.

Yearning. 
Grasping. 
Hankering. 

Is there more?
Why can’t my wanderlust be contained?
There’s a lot to be said for:
Fat, dumb and happy.

by Jennifer Phillips
© Jennifer Phillips

This day

This day before you now
Greet her with love and joy.
She is a fine strong person:
This precious living day
she is young and old
She is warm and cold
She is here for you
She will hold you well.
Make love with her
You'd be a fool to turn away
She is here. She is yours.
She is wise, she is hers.
She has dawned on you; this epic day.
Do not underestimate what she can do
Give thanks for her as you make your way.
Give thanks for the power and the kindness
Of this precious living day

By Michael Leunig
© Michael Leunig - Saturday "Age" June 20, 2015

Thursday, 11 June 2015

Winter

Winter's cold but it's not spiteful
It's old and wise and beautifully insightful
It understands what's in the heart
It knows its way around the earth
It knows every death and every birth.

So off you go into the winter clouds old friend
There to weep and there to smile and mend
To meet the sun and feel delightful.
Winter's cold but it's not spiteful.

by Michael Leunig
© Michael Leunig, Saturday "Age" June 6th 2015

Cook book

Cook book © Jennifer Phillips