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Gaele Arnott

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The camphor Laurel Tree

by

Gaele Arnott

Outside my window
stands
a tree of magical beauty.
The leaves of this Camphor :aure; sing to me
of the ancient wisdoms
handed from generation to generation
through the soles of all the feet
in service to mankind

It is not a native of this land.
It's ancestor came, from the Orient
to bring a piece of home to this "new" land.
This land which is almost as old as time itself
and holds within the soils
a wisdom as yet untold.

The faeires and other "wee" folk
dance amongst the foliage
of this Camphor Laurel Tree.
They tell me that they bring the magic
needed by all humanity.
This magic, if we but knew it,
is as simple as laughing
with the magic from the tree.

In various shades of blues and pinks
of violets and of greens,
in colours as yet not comprehended
by the mind of man,
the faeires dance to the tunes of light
and heal the earth with their sound
- of laughter
- and joy.

They fill my heart with love,
to pass and share
with you.

I love you.


The First of March

by

Gaele Arnott

Butterflies flit through the Camphor Laurel Tree,
amongst the homes of the little Blue Wren.
Together they enjoy the end of summer,
as we see the first day of Autumn begin.
Golden Red leaves are commencing to appear,
bringing the thought of winter near.
A deciduous tree of another clime,
brings patterns of winter,
unknown.
A Queensland sun smiles,
in patronage
and delights in the sahring
of culture
with an AUstralian Gum.
Baby Blue Wren, now grown
twitter with delight,
as the butterflies flit
to other realms
with stories to be told
of the ways of the earth
and inhabitants
as Autumn
begins.


My front Door

by

Gaele Arnott

A family of Blue Wren came to play
and stayed outside the door.
They whistled and sang as they built a nest
of twigs and grass and straw,
right there at my front door.

They called at the windows
with the joy and pleasure and pride
for the beginnings they knew to come.
The new life they were building towards,
sent a joyous vibration shivering to me
from the Creator.
As the pair of wren sang at my front door.

They asked if they could enter in.
As they pecked with their beak at the window,
I chatteringly replied
that inside the house was not what they required.
They had the freedom of the trees
to come and go as they please.
Inside a house had boundaries
of which there was no need
for them.

As they flew and chattered and trilled their song
I listened with beating heart
to the call that the sound of freedom made.
I too, cleaned and polished and had my house shine,
with all the joy contained from a springtime day.
As I worked inside my little house,
they sang joyously of the companionship shared
right there at my front door.


Truth

by

Gaele Arnott

Integrity sits like a bullet from a gun,
waiting to pierce the heart of the accused.
For the perception of truth is in the heart
of the accuser,
differing in perception with the accused.

Each has an aspect of truth,
seen in differing colours and hues.
Which truth is right?
That of the accused
or maybe the accuser.

Which member lit the fire,
that burns brightly within?
Each so staunch in their point of view,
that the colour of truth passes by.

A pattern established
at the beginning of youth,
leaves the accused
with nothing to say.

The mind set so established,
that the accused is convicted
before the trial even begun.
Nothing said, will ever establish
the innocence of the accused.

The bullet is fired,
the heart bursts with the pain,
of truth, unresolved
Again.


The Moon

by

Gaele Arnott

In a patch of sky
between the trees,
the light of the moon does peep.
As I sit and gaze in wonderment,
at the clarity of the night sky,
the moon beams at me
with a sleepy contentment.
The clarity from the night sky,
fills me, with a peace and contentment,
that I had forgotten did exist.
It fills my heart with love
and I ask for this harmony
to co-exist
with others, in peace and love.
The moon does beam at me
and I DO hear her whisper
of love,
from my heart
to your heart.


The Kookaburras Laugh

by

Gaele Arnott

The Kookaburra laughs at me
from the top of the tree.
His words of laughter sing to me
of the days from long ago.
He brings the message to my heart
of things I need to know.
He shares the knowledge of this great land
before white man came.
He passes words of wisdom, to me
that I may understand
how precious is the earth
on which my feet now stand.
His song tells of the glorious scarifice
that many trees did make
to hold the soil together, before the avent of man.
He brings stories of volcanoes,
of cyclonic winds and storms,
that whirled across the planes
to form the vibrational sounds, created within this land.
The Kookaburra reminds me
that these vibrations are also within me,
as I, the proud Australian
learn the history of the land.
The history of Australia, now told to me
sits strong within my mind.
It is time to share the knolwedge
with others of my kind.
It is time to share the vibrations
and the Knolwedge of Australia
with others of our kind.
It is time that other nations
understand that what we share, here with one another
is also their joy to share.
The sun shines brightly upon my head,
the Kookaburra laughs at me,
as he flies from his place in the tree,
to another tree in another place
where in laughter he may share his knowledge
with another such as me.


The Courage to BE

by

Gaele Arnott

The journey within is to completely expand your whole life.
The journey within is a journey of completion.
It brings together all aspects of your being.
The completion is expansion,
as the mind, body & soul become as one.
The I AM of the Universe, is the Universal being within.
The physical and spiritual reality of your life,
flows to the glorious tunes of light.
The music in your soul,
becomes the everyday reality of your physical being.
The philosophy of light becomes the vibrational being
which is the physical you.
The I AM within is also the physical reality of you.
Do not judge yourself too harshly.
Look within for the unconditional love which is also the
I AM.


Gather the Women

by

Gaele Arnott

Women of the world unite
to honour the role they play
in history.
The day has come in this third millennium,
when women could unite,
creating notable vicissitudes
when and where they might.
Limited only by perceptions of truth
within the cultures of integrity
the harmony continues to grow and swell.
Their voices heard, the freedoms gained
is not so esily maintained,
as their sisters of earlier years
had hoped through creation to complete.
Power once given away
is not so easily - restored.
God gave Woman a gift, the right to birth
a future generation.
He created in woman
a nurturing compassion
to share
with a hand of caring concern.
He gave her a gentleness
to strengthen the heart.
God gave her the ability to be able to see
that he and she
were equal and unique.
He gave her the ability within her heart
to know
that he was she.
Women of the world unite
to honour the role the male does play
in history.
Their voices uplift in a prayer of peace
in joyful harmony,
to play the roles of a melody sent
for unifcation of north, south, west and east.
from a benevolent parent in heaven.
Gather the women wherever you may
so the resonance of melody
may flow with compassionate love
to those now ready to hear.
The song has always been within the hearts
of women everywhere.