Intimacy goes beyond physical. To crave a persons presence and energy instead of just their body is one of the purest forms of intimacy.
— 𝙋𝙖𝙢𝙢𝙮 ✨️ (@_Pammy_DS_) April 2, 2025
Today I felt that the twin flame experience is very real...It does happen...not by force or by the pressure of will, but by the context of circumstance...It slips in like a vital puzzle piece...
There are no guarantees of lasting permanence... just the promise of loving the moment...
The poet in me constantly seeks to eke out the poetry even in unexpected subjects...
Nature's rage may spark fear, but also spins us into an awareness that only her power has beauty that demands respect. She will not allow any form of human power over-ride her right to command. Sometimes, humanity needs to learn that lesson the hard way when Mother Nature lashes out with a return serve: when she feels threatened with human disrespect.
Autumn trees dressed in autumn leaves seem ready for an autumn ball featuring wild colour...before time chimes the moment when those same leaves must return as the Cinderella of earth...And their trees sleep in long dreams...
Is the world combusting? Imploding? Or are social media's far reaching touch downs simply magnifying, verifying what has always been...at least in waves...over a long long time...
Hot spots are not just bubbling beneath the Earth's crust...
I feel the world is cautiously living in what feels like a global, radioactive state...
The innocent and the guilty are both prey to the entitled arrogance of blind greed...
I feel Mother Nature has plans for us...
Today, 6 years ago, my partner, riddled with cancer, passed on to other worlds...It sounds sad...but on the flip side, there was another story...many other stories...When I met him, he said he had cancer and could not work...he didn't have cancer...He lied constantly about his identity, his background...He stole money from my bank account regularly...by gambling online daily...(How did he get access?)... He liked to buy the groceries, and constantly they cost more...His children did not contact him except the eldest daughter on a couple of occasions...He was moody and would be enraged if I did not photograph him in poses he wanted...Other times, he was angry if I did photograph him...He would get especially angry if I questioned his statements of innocence and behaviour. We rarely went out together, and on the few times we did, suddenly he would wish to go to the toilet...We would have to go home because he refused to use a public toilet...Then sometimes, we would try the outing again...sometimes...
So, when he was dying, with real cancer...and I learnt more lies when his eldest daughter appeared, I had to make a decision...Still stay with him? Or just leave?...His eldest daughter told me that she didn't blame me if I chose the latter...
I stayed with him...He really had no one...I stayed with him right to the moment he passed away...In fact, I was the one who called that he had passed...The nurse had only just turned her back after shaving his face...
So I remember this date with a strange kind of sadness...A man gifted with musical talent and imaginative ideas, totally wasting the life he was given...Often he said I gave him the only peace he had known in his life. That could be translated in so many ways.
I am not sorry I stayed with him at the end...But I am sorry that I tolerated so much, for so long, knowing that something was not right...I guess I was determined to keep going...or was I stubborn...
Hopefully, I think I have learnt a lesson or two now...
Watched a programme on SBS regarding so many indigenous 'trophies' in overseas museums or galleries and the current push to get them returned to their homeland.
This poem emerged from my response to the programme.
Soulmates are precious beings that break down age barriers...Sometimes both beings may in fact be old soul mates...
Sometimes a soulmate may transform into a life partner...But there are others...
There's the soulmate in the work place...but not really suitable for daily life outside the workplace...
Meeting in common interest areas can cultivate a soulmate...
It is possible to meet more than one soulmate in a single lifetime...often appearing to spark a momentary sense of creative connection beyond earthly realms...
Sometimes, soulmates just meet for a flicker of time...and then move on...separately...
— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) March 16, 2025I began a cooler Monday morning with music...accompanied by the dance of some red-crowned cranes...
Today, using my walker, I wandered across the railway line to a part of Temora I had hardly explored. The morning was hot ..30 degrees and climbing.
But I was on a mission...beyond exploring. I wanted to to visit one venue on the Temora Art Trail scheduled for this weekend.
Without a car, that made life challenging. Crossing a railway line with a walker via a dirt track, was ultra challenging. (And don't forget the heat revving up its engines by this time.)
But with a number of stops in the welcome shade of trees along the way, I made it in one piece to my venue. The 15 minute walk took me half an hour, but I made use of the stops. I used this cooling down time to repress heat discomfort and quietly take photos; to appreciate the glorious silence.
The process is as magical as the product...
— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) March 14, 2025
Loose and Playful Watercolour: Wet-on-Wet Magic and Rich Granulation Eff... https://t.co/wW6GPkmsRi via @YouTube
poetry haven
— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) February 15, 2025
is now just a database
of daily mind games
summer essentials
— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) January 26, 2025
alone on the sands become
summer clutter#haiku pic.twitter.com/XqSkaupPES
Australia Day
— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) January 25, 2025
the thrill of blue skies
and hope
for some
the question of clouds
and the beginning of tears
for others
may the tears dry soon#micropoetry pic.twitter.com/oqAOV838Bs
Another side to Australia Day - a spiritual connection without staged fanfare...
— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) January 25, 2025
Geoffrey Gurrumul Yunupingu - Wiyathul https://t.co/1B9YWzDQEQ via @YouTube
as my time rolls on
— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) January 21, 2025
I find I'm giving
far less attention to
repetitive duties
and welcome
what I feel like doing
it's 2am + can't sleep
read
I have a fascinating idea
write
great weather = a great walk
wild weather = dare a great walk
my life's a barrel of fortune cookies
