Poem in audio:

                  
Sacred abode of the Powerful Owl
Red crowned toad-let
 Giant Burrowing Frogs too
of significant Micro Bats
Endangered flora
extremely rare fauna on view

Bambara is a home deeply revered
So culturally significant
Only our wise elders understand
The sensitive vicinity’s prolific ecological diversity
 Crucial flora and fauna needs
The ancient and sacred existence of Aboriginal sites
Proclaiming a living past
 Australia’s living history
Etched upon materials destined to shine in the light of day
Not tragically lost to fleeting development

‘This area has the greatest diversity of rock art in the world’
The world’s foremost authority of Indigenous rock art
Jean Clotti, has had her say
Many Sacred engraving sites are not even on the official National Parks Register
What will it take to ensure this Sacred Land stays?
To bear its ancient past, and fragile, vital organisms
to entertain our guests
with bush-walking, bush-tucker, bush-talking
Pristine waterfalls to relish

The adjoining National Park attracts 100 visitors a week
to the Mysterious and Famous Egyptian Hieroglyphs
playing a major part in Central Coast Folklore
for generations at least

Reasons are endless, the evidence is clear
we have an 80 year legacy to protect Kariong’s Sacred Land
At Beautiful Bambara
Let the endangered plants, birds, animals, and history be!
Protect Nature’s pure true beauty
for the rest of time to see

(Photo: Jake Cassar...Wonderful Being who enabled the saving of this Sacred Land from sale.  Now National Parks needs to claim it to ensure its ongoing protection... or Gosford City Council needs to purchase it as

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Share Blossoms

 The most precious gift we can offer to others is our presence. When mindfulness embraces those we love, they will blossom like flower---Thich Nhat Hanh. Mindfulness is focused attention to present moment in a nonjudgmental way ♥ 

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Let the beauty of what you love, be what you do
Let the beauty of your expression
Come pouring steadily through 

Haiti Wipeout: suffering unites
 
Destruction and devastation in Haiti after the earthquake. Many were seen walking the streets shocked and dazed. (Photo submitted by Matthew Marek, American Red Cross/International Federation of Red Cross and Red Crescent Societies)
   

 
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Please have a look at one (of 15 poems) and a part of another (from my Loving All poetry book called, Interesting Feeling), I recited at the first Sunday Chill Out, in Gosford!  The last clip runs two minutes and shows all the performers!

Sunday Chill Out at Love and Serendipity - Suzie Palmer poem "Chill out Sundays"

Sunday Chill Out Oct 2009

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A collection of my favourites is now available in my new book Loving All.   Copies are on sale in the eshop.  

Here's some more recent ones:

Blessing All Hearts Under The Moon

A buddha sits with mind affixed
On the breath, in and out
As one

Observes vibrations
Rising, falling sensations
Without attaching to any one

Understands the nature
Of the pain and pleasant caper
Impermanence the underlying tune

For every living being
Compassion is needed brimming
In our hearts right now, not soon

Learning to speak poetry
Elocution elegantly
Enhances old enunciation
Articulate beautifully

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The Atlas-Orthogonal Rap

I bent over and bent some more

Until I was nearly touching the floor

I thought my MS had seen it all

That was when Chiropractic

Came knocking at my door

If only I had discovered earlier

My upper cervical atlas was in disaster

From a fall as a small girl

Fell off a horse who’d taken a spell

Catapulted into a shoulder cartwheel

My neck, the force: l’hermittes brewed

Electric shocks along my spine

Subtle sensations not so divine

All it took was a simple tap

22 years later

Bridged an area in my spine

Where MS had been sitting all the time

Strengthened my core to the bone

Enables me to live comfortably in my own home

Despite the MS, I live my life

Getting better, recovering, through the strife

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Not me, not me, only you, only you

 Not me, not me, only you, only you
With this determination
All hearts will come through  

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  Freedom

Neda Soltan: 'A Global Symbol of Innocence destroyed by Evil'

 As evil is live spelt backwards
Everything has gone wrong
Neda Soltan was standing in the street
Singing Iran's freedom song

Civilian beauty it was her duty
To shout and sing for truth
To shed light on the dark
Her purpose was not obtuse

  Among so many rising against violence
Demanding what is right
Carrying no weapons
Soltan’s heart and mind… her only defence and might

  Shouting for justice was her only injustice
In the street that day
Neda Soltan stood in the name of freedom
And a stray bullet took her life away …