Uluru Wandering

I chose Ross Edwards “Dawn Mantra” for my video of a short few days visit to Uluru. This beautiful and moving piece of music represented the feeling I felt in this amazing landscape that I’ve had the privilege to wander. Thanks to the spirit of the one I love.

Ross Edwards composed Dawn Mantra especially for the dawn performance, which was telecast to the world at the dawn of the new millennium from the Sydney Opera House. The song expresses hope for peace and renewal, for which I believe we, all of us need now and always.

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Desert Flowers

A Desert Song!

“…As I wandered the desert – I heard the wild flowers, singing a song. I wandered in the silent night – stars bright sky – I heard the wild flowers, singing a song – And I felt delight.

When daylight appeared, I wandered the desert – I heard the wild flowers, singing a song – seeking my new joy – But oh, how I missed you…”

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Where Is The Title…

As I wandered on a bright morning, that took me through a dull and ordinary suburb.  By a house with a plain patch of grass and a rather ugly garage door, a sight of bright orange, purple and yellow caught my eyes. There I saw a heaven of birds in flight: “bright stunning Strelitzia”.

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Such pure delight! In another name: birds of paradise.

Suddenly, the sun turned bright and here the vision of this beauty remained in my mind and the ordinary dullness disappeared.

Friday Wandering…

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“Awake or sleeping (for I know not which)

            I was or was not mazed within a wood

Where every mother-bird brought up their brood

            Safe in some leafy niche

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Of oak or ash, or cypress or of beech,

Of silver aspen trembling delicately,

            Of plane or warmer tinted sycamore,

            Of elm that dies in secret from the core,

                        Of ivy weak and free,

Of pines, of all green lofty things that be…

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The shade wherein they revelled was a shade

            That danced and twinkled to the unseen sun;

            Branches and leaves cast shadows one by one,

                        And all their shadows swayed

In breath of air that rustled and that played…

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A sound of waters neither rose nor sank,

            And spread a sense of freshness through the air;

            It seemed not here or there, everywhere,

                        As if the whole earth drank,

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Root fathom deep and strawberry on its bank.

Sweetness of beauty moved me to despair,

            Stung me to anger by its mere content

            Made me all lonely on that way I went,

                        Piled care upon my care,

Brimmed full my cup, and stripped empty and bare…

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The pleasure I remember, it is past;

            The pain I feel, is passing passing by;

            Thus all the world is passing,

And thus all things that cannot last…”

Extract from Christina Rossetti’s poetry