BOATS AND THE LIGHT SHOW.
Night time sometimes there is a wonderful ‘light show’, imagine being miles from shore, looking up at the heavens and seeing the thin streams’ of light, a meteor, a satellite? An alien spacecraft? Fishermen have seen these spectacles for eons. But enough of the romance lets catch some fish.
HAIL THE MOON.
But hang on!! I haven’t’ described the spectacle of the “GLORIOUS MOON”. Oh my God what a wonderful spectacle, possibly the most beautiful vision of nature you will ever see. Slowly out of the darkness rises our nearest terrestrial neighbor, this huge orb of light, you can feel the unleashing of all life coming to greet you. You can sense the arising power of creation.
You would have to be brain dead not to love life when beholden this spectacle, even the unfortunate blind can sense its presence. All creation is bound to its existence. OH, and sorry SUN.
HEY SUN, you’re the Father, but without doubt our Moon is our Mother, she encourages life, she fosters all things living, she nurtures and gives being to all living things. Mother Moon my religion. The glorious Moon is the placenta of life, you are the Egg that is fertilized by God, I can feel life, and everything around us on the 38’s is being born.
Bugger me I have digressed.
A little excerpt from (www.johnfarlsbrunz.com)
Somehow, my agenda is not clear, but, if you can relate to a boy growing up in THE BUSH and THE CITY, vocations and interests, the many schools, my family, then we are getting close to a simple story. John Farley thinks he has an autobiography that many people will recognise, were you a new person at school, times 12?, were you a milkman, a volunteer. Have you lived on Sheep Stations, been a paperboy in Woolloomooloo.
Friday, July 18, 2008
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