
Calling with a message for those seeking meaning eternal.
Listening to the sounds echoing across the mind and soul.
What is calling us to seek destinations beyond ourselves?

Calling with a message for those seeking meaning eternal.
Listening to the sounds echoing across the mind and soul.
What is calling us to seek destinations beyond ourselves?

Shared moments of peaceful solitude on a Summer morn.
Fading memories of seasons past hold no sway today.
What more can one seek than living peacefully each moment?

Running moment to moment without concern for tomorrow.
Expecting nothing yet finding everything needed now.
Do we seek distraction to avoid the uncomfortable?

Offerings given and received atop an old altar of wood.
Consumed with gusto and abandon, raising questions of time passed:
When have we stopped to appreciate the beauty of the morning?

In a well-travelled corner of a forest: remnants of trees.
Protruding like tombstones from the forest: much remains hidden.
Yet life seeks tomorrow perched atop the wood graves of yesterday.

The cold season approaches and preparations must go on.
Days are dying quickly and danger is lurking all around.
What can be done but to simply live fully in each moment?

Walking slowly towards the lonely tree with anticipation.
You sense eyes are watching, ears are listening, noses sniffing.
A levy is needed to pass, have you paid the peanut tax?



A flash of rusty red scampering across the path ahead.
A dark presence swimming slow and steady across the surface.
A figure of slight frame and contrasting colours perched above.

The quiet of the woods broken by crunching snow and bird calls.
Rumours of seeds and peanuts echo around you, hurry up!
You have no wings, but your four feet work well, quick - grab a peanut!