Still Place Within

Greeting the Balga spirit .

I decided to try my luck at some photo work , it looked like rain was coming and would love to catch the glint of shining beads resting on the plants out there .So I ventured down a trail that I have just started to get to know more of. I don't think I got a lot of interesting shots so here are some . I got a soaking and met up with a park ranger on the way through , was curious to know where the firebreak was going to . These dark trees are called Balga bush and have medicinal qualities but I can't recall what for . Anyway I love them .It gets very quiet out there and still. Only the flight of silver eye darting from bushes and kookaburra's slicing the air catch my eye. Ants show me their wonderful circular entrance holes and a rabbit hurry's past like he's late . I missed capturing the silver beads resting in the sunlight .The green paths did'nt let me in the rain .

This Balga is very very old and has seen many bushfires.

Looking up on this grass tree I came up with this info :

Xanthorrhoea drummondii shrumbs called grass trees rise above the sand plain. Aborigines named them balga, meaning "black boy," because fires often burn away the bottom leaves, leaving a humanlike silhouette. Usually balgas grow little more than an inch a year; after a fire, they can grow almost five inches in a season. The shrubs are old; they were dominant Australian vegetation when dinosaurs roamed the continents.

I just love them .

Taking a corner .

I lay under this dead tree and watched passing clouds.

Last few days Rainbow came .

A mobile of shells hanging in space .

At home .

The Moon hangs like a Chinese painting .

Walks Into The

An early morning walk and I saw this .

I went out after a week of rains and captured these ducks preening themselves on the lake near our home. It was great to get out after the wild seas and winds that lashed the porch .

Some more natural patterns show around the garden and I captured a micro shot of the leaves leaning quietly and at ease.

Water patterns in the crystal clear shimmer .

Above is the winding path of trees I came across when walking in the Denmark forest , I managed to capture a sense of transending into foresty silence .The friends I accompanied disappeard not to be found , alone I wandered after them .





One of the many shells on the porch . Spirals upon spirals leading naturally to the center of it self .

Walking the dog , the sea was welcome .

and contentment reigns!

I lay down on the dune and look up through the reeds to the sky.

And die .

Then I hear the barking of a dog !

And walk home .

Waking UP

ARISE Oh Wanderer!

These last days are coming closer to the back trip to Delhi . Of all places the one place to avoid like a plauge (it is very hot there); but I'll only be there for a night and then heading out for the late night flight .

It has been very good for me here , and now I am ready to see what unfolds in the next part of the journey .I feel this place has encouraged me to look deeper . If not deeper than just to see as it is is, already. A complete and open seeing in my everyday place with every order of thing here . It has secretly been revealing in some formidable way for which I cannot tell you .
Bhagsu Shrine

Because I am in this place where you can only see through the lens of a camera , with these pics I take . Certainly experiencing a place like this is something which reminds me of being in Arunachala .But it of course is not the external appearance but the Isness which is the power of yourself which is seeing Itself as Itself .This is being revealed , but I tell you nothing is really happening!

The bird and the tree spirit.(Look carefully for the face in the Bark)

When asked about being with U.G. I often comment without hesitation that "something has been removed , but what it is , I have no Idea " . That is still with me even though I have surrounded my self with this culture rich in gods , meditation , and spiritual yearning . At first I came to see beautiful and a somewhat distorted relationship with a girl and a friend and that now has disappeared into a space where I am looking at everything with a smile . Plunging into the Self is seeing you as you are and seeing this can be absorbing as you see that all around you is included in the source .

Images and movement.

All the images and movement appearing in the mind arise and disappear , what remains is the stainless and pure awareness .Now decribing it becomes a point in the past but allowing it is living proof of its aliveness in everything .Allowing means including all the points in the moving appearance as Awareness .Awareness means allowing yourself to rest in that place of no images or quietness .The movement is no longer separate from Awareness . The bridge is seen but no one is crossing over .

Morning Tulsi Tea.

I have noticed that Russell has struck me from his links and so no one has been coming here to see the latest ( Oh what a mean man he is ) .It was through his page that I had some visitors . I must say I was slack on this page before I ever started to get involved again ......So I am writing to no one . While he is busy being happy with a fat Swami ,I am being busy enjoying my balcony scene over Dalasani village . Oh well .......as I listen to Loreena Mckennit another image amongst others I will enjoy just sitting here and enjoy the blessings of this place .


The Blessings of THIS Place .Is equal in all things !