The Lightness of Being - Grasses In The Wind I

The Lightness of Being - Grasses In The Wind I, originally uploaded by TomRaven.

...nothing while so much is being
felt, his hot lightness of spirit
in being free to walk around
while other are nailed above the earth.
From Bible Study: 71 B.C.E. by Sharon Olds (1942 - )

I have let the grasses in my garden grow again this Spring. My lawns are now a magical meadow of grasses, flowers, bees and birds. Its amazing what joys of nature we miss by mowing our lawns… ツ

So I thought i would post a series on the simple pleasures of watching grasses blowing in the wind. ... Grasses In The Wind Series - #1 ... Second in series is here

Best Viewed Large On Black - The wild meadow of my back garden [?]

All shots are manual focus, high shutter speed shot in RAW with some minor post processing made in Photoshop and/or Picassa. Framing added last, in Photoshop CS3.

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Enjoy!... Bee Happy!

Bee’s Flight to Delight

Bee’s Flight to Delight, originally uploaded by TomRaven.

Come, O come, my life’s delight,
Let me not in languor pine!
Love loves no delay; thy sight,
The more enjoyed, the more divine:
O come, and take from me
The pain of being deprived of thee!

Thou all sweetness dost enclose,
Like a little world of bliss.
Beauty guards thy looks: the rose
In them pure and eternal is.
Come, then, and make thy flight
As swift to me, as heavenly light.

My Life’s Delight by Thomas Campion (1567 - 1620)

Best Viewed Large On Black - The universal power of love & attraction :-) [?]

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Soaring in the Magical Sky

Soaring in the Magical Sky, originally uploaded by TomRaven.

Higher still and higher
From the earth thou springest
Like a cloud of fire;
The blue deep thou wingest,
And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.

In the golden lightning
Of the sunken sun,
O'er which clouds are bright'ning,
Thou dost float and run;
Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun.

From To a Skylark by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)

Magical Viewed Large On Black

Sunset after the Storm, Otaki Beach, NZ [?]

Reflections of the Yarra River

Reflections of the Yarra River, originally uploaded by TomRaven.

You've been travelling forever for how long god only know?
Long before black man first saw you sixty thousand years ago
And from tribe of 'Yarra Yarra' came your indigenous name
And your name of Yarra river ever with you will remain.

If you could talk Yarra river you'd go down the centuries
Long before the white man's coming when this Land was full of trees
And you'd tell about the white man how he cut the tall gums down
And he sacrificed the forest for to build a concrete town

And you could go back much further way back down the centuries long
On your banks the black tribes gathered for to party and sing song
You have known so many changes as the centuries come and go
But through droughts and long hot summers you have never ceased to flow.

From To The Yarra River by Francis Duggan

Best Viewed Large On Black - Yarra River, Melbourne, Australia [?]

My Fathers Boots

My Fathers Boots, originally uploaded by TomRaven.

I left my fathers boots at the foot of a Buddha in Canberra
I've walked a thousand miles in those old boots, and he many more before me

Half a century I've been walking in my fathers footsteps
A decade and a half since he's been gone, passed on before me

...as it should be

I left my fathers boots in a land he never walked upon
An irony he would enjoy as I move on, into my own later life

After half a century it's time to step into my own footsteps
My son has been walking now for over two decades, beyond me

...as it should be

Tom Raven - 03.02.2009 - Canberra

Best Viewed Large On Black - Buddhist Centre, Narrabundah, Canberra [?]

Kapiti Island: In The Stillness of its Solitude

Kapiti Island: In The Stillness of its Solitude, originally uploaded by TomRaven.

It overlooked in its serenity
The dark earth, and the bending vault of stars.
It was a tranquil spot, that seemed to smile
Even in the lap of horror.
~
'Tis the haunt
Of every gentle wind, whose breath can teach
The wilds to love tranquillity. One step,
One human step alone, has ever broken
The stillness of its solitude

From The Spirit of Solitude by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)

Best Viewed Large On Black - Kapiti Island from Otaki Beach, New Zealand [?]

Following The Full Crow Moon

Following The Full Crow Moon, originally uploaded by TomRaven.

Crow Moon, tonight you fly
at the balance of the year,
half light, half dark, tipping
your wing toward spring.

Crow Moon, caw away
this winter, gnaw the last
crusts of snow from the
frozen garden. Shine

the earthworms up to
the surface. Worm Moon,
Crow Moon, Full Sap Moon,
wake us up once more.

From Worm Moon, Crow Moon by Sharon Brogan from the blog WaterMark

Best Viewed Large On Black - Full Crow Moon over the Tararuas [?]

In this month the ground softens and the earthworm casts reappear, inviting the return of the birds. The more northern tribes knew this as the Full Crow Moon, when the cawing of crows signals the end of winter, or the Full Crust Moon because the snow cover becomes crusted from thawing by day and freezing at night. The Full Sap Moon, marking the time of tapping maple trees, is another variation. This is also the Paschal Full Moon; the first full moon of the spring season.