Breath Of Heaven

As I sit with you

gazing deeply into your golden nest

we are embraced by soft pink gentleness

 

I see your warm light shining

  

I breathe ever so slowly

as my long exhale

helps you through the veil

 

and we feel the joy

when your uplifting fragrance rises

as this beautiful 'breath of heaven' 

 

You are the Breath of Heaven

 

October 25, 2025, sitting in the garden with Golden Diosma 

Blessings, love and peace

 

 

Lead Kindly Light

Yes I look deeply at the flowers

I listen to their whispers,

I cherish every bloom

I gather for my room.

And as every season comes and goes

I love to share my joy,

even if I only send

a photograph to a friend,

the bloom will sing

and everything will be shining.

What I share with you today

is this absorbing Lilac Light

which called me over like a distant star

guiding and lifting my day,

each petal in the beauty way.

To be with Lilac is for me

the greatest joy

the softest smile

the gentle blessing as I pass by

fills my heart and scents the sky,

so as there is an angel singing

I hope my words will boost the bringing

of this simple star

from over here to where you are.

May kindly light be with you.

May you feel some comfort and know

how flowers have the answer to the question.

In quiet times,

all things come to pass,

may you know peace in your heart.

 

This was written with the Lilacs in my garden, October 2019

It was posted then to Come Blossom Come Fruit and

The Ones With Me, 2025.

"Immortality" by Clare Harner 1934

Do not stand


          By my grave, and weep.
     

I am not there,
          

I do not sleep—


I am the thousand winds that blow


I am the diamond glints in snow


I am the sunlight on ripened grain,


I am the gentle, autumn rain.


As you awake with morning’s hush,


I am the swift, up-flinging rush


Of quiet birds in circling flight,


I am the day transcending night.


     Do not stand


          By my grave, and cry—


     I am not there,


          I did not die.
— Clare Harner, The Gypsy, December 1934

Above is the version published in The Gypsy of December 1934

(page 16), under the title "Immortality" 

and followed by the author's name and location:

"CLARE HARNER, Topeka, Kan."[1]: 424 

The indentation and line breaks are as given there. 

 

Photo taken: Bee Porteous, 1.09pm, August 19, 2024.

Delicate, open bell-shaped pink flowers Azelea/Rhododendron

'Abundance of Beauty' -

'A beauty that blossoms abundantly and without reserve'. 

"Flowers and Their Messages" - The Mother

And So My Precious

We healed our hearts

when we touched our deepest pain,

and Yes, Dear Love,

in another world we will meet again.

 

You just keep slowly breathing in

in the hope to come

one day the breath will fade

and where you land will be safe,

and the faces looking deeply into you

will accept the life you walked this time,

and love and holding hands will bring

the peace you searched for all along

the pebbled ways you traveled on.

 

So My Precious, now I let you go

it was the way we trod upon,

it was the sky above that lead us on,

it was the flowers and the autumn leaves,

it was the breath of life from every tree,

it was our love of gentleness and gratitude,

now you and me, may truly see.

For a time we lost ourselves,

but in the final years we found

the silent places of sacred ground,

and strength of heart to let go,

to free-fall from within,

to see brighter lights behind the veil

where graceful healing angels sail.

(Written April 29, 2023)

 

Beaming Brightly

Sweet purple Crocus community

my heart is bursting

as I see you beaming brightly.

What if all the world did glow as you

so others feel contentment too

in the thrill and beauty of little things

we see and say

along the way everyday.

 

 

I Breathe Less

I breathe less.

I am breathless.

A thing where, I unconsciously, 'Hold my breath'.

 

For much of life this happened

as I was trying to 'keep up the pace',

just too busy to even take a breath of life.

So blood flows less and I retreat

to a place where I feel safe

from being there calling, 

for a chance to 'take a breather'

just to revive, and retrieve me.

Written With Cosmos radiance, on March 13, 2022 

Life brightly shining, as a Pink circle of 8 petals.

 

For Ruby Dean

Ruby, dear old friend,

when I was ten,

I danced for you.

 

Today you are way above

and camellias bloom outside my room.

Still I think of you.

 

Every red cardigan I see

shines like your face 

when we ran over to your place

to sing some songs to you.

 

You gathered red and white blooms

glorious camellias for our mother's room,

but she is now there with you,

and all of life shines through 

singing, dancing and flowers.

 

Yes Flowers Smile

Oh how lovely!

What a joy

what a treat

I am delighted to see

and certainly greet

your warm and smiling faces.

 

Flowers As Healers

A flower here and a flower there 

is evermore joyful

when flowers are everywhere,

so here today may I share

a field of summer flowers

bringing light to every one

as pink love shining in the sun. 

 

Photo Image by Annie Spratt at Lions Roar

 

 

 

Blue Lace and Pink Clouds In Space

I took the candy he had

and he took

the words I heard.

 

He's got me playing the blues:

blue flowers

blue lace.

 

When you sing the line,

forgive me,

when I sing the line,

I do.

 

So *

"If you love me, say I love you,

If you love me, say I do."*

 

Now

I send pink Love to you,

I pick blue flowers

I wear blue lace,

with clarity, I have come to see,

my best friend is

S P A C E.

 

Written June 7, 2021.

*Lyrics, 2 lines, from Lyle Lovett

 

 

 

Come Into My Garden

Welcome Dear Ones,  

these times are strange

and things are not at all the same
but what brings me cheer
right here and Now,
is the Ixias are flowering.

The colours are most glorious.

I am most grateful that

the sun has come to brighten

the hearts of many.

I share this colour,

this wonderful warmth with you

dear friend,

wherever you are this day

my heart sends love to you.

These past 12 years,I write mostly on

Come Blossom Come Fruit

Please follow me there

www.comeblossomcomefruit.com 

 

Love and peace be with you, Bee Porteous

Crying In The Rain

I love you 

I am sorry

Please forgive me

Thank you........

 

I love you

I am sorry

Please forgive me

Thank you.........

 

I love you

I am sorry

Please forgive me

Thank you........

 

This is the wonderful healing mantra

Ho'oponopono 

Forgiveness Mantra - Forgiveness Prayer 

I Tarry With You

 

I'm tarrying with you sweet bloom it's true,

while the dew gathers upon your leaves

your sweetness stays with me. 

 

Written with Daphne Odora

What The Beautiful Crocus Told Me

We have arrived to greet you.

We have arrived to share

an expanding

sense of community,

we hope spreads every-where.

If all the world was changed

to save good health,

we trust more come,

to see within, 'we are all one'.

Family upon family,

are like us.

A circle of soul companions

growing into

the new possibilities.

We crocus are delicate.

We come through the soil,

for a brief time,

before

returning to the earth.

Blessings and grace for well-being.

Being And Seeing

Look closely

Tread softly

 Hum quietly 

Today I see 

new light beaming 

to greet

 a jasmine star shining.

Cherishing You

Sweet Lilac

we love you

like a soft caress

on a misty day

like the warmth of charity

and the breath of spring

you fill our hearts

with faith

and we bless the lovely lightness

 rising beside us.

- o O o -

Dancing With The Flowers

When the birds sing

and flowers bring

colour to brighten you

then I too feel like dancing.

With welcome grace

a space appears

so I burst forth with joyful moves

twirling like tea-tree petals

one-two-three-four-five

I am feeling more alive

the birds whistle while I glide.

I began expanding,

rotating round the room

then following through

to the garden place

where Red Grevillea was calling me,

enticing another leap ahead

to choose a life of joy instead

of more wondering.

So Now with clarity I fly freely.

 

- o O o -

We Never Knew

Too far away

I cannot go home

I am not alone.

Eleven pm

The owl sounds.

It hoots

through the still dark night

it knows

you have gone from sight

but what I know and what I hear

is sounding strong and oh so clear

how we have healed 

our deepest pain

trauma rises to light the way

and now I know

and now I say

'Run away, run away".

It's not my fault, or yours, or hers.

It came from the 'homeland' 

across the seas

translating through so I heal you

from here on Earth

and you and her will feel relieved

that now we know deep within,

'they took our choices away'. 

I have no choices

I have no say,

my choices were taken away,

your choices were taken away,

her choices were taken away

and to this day

our cells held the trauma of it all,

deep inside we all did hide,

so Now this very night

has set generations free,

my Nanna, my mother and me.

 

Close Up

Remember when
you dressed my wounds
and told me then
you would always love
our times together
but that was never
what it seemed
as you were always
leaving.

And returning
but not really here.
You were bleeding
all over the place
and never facing
what was true,
never being the real you.

Sometimes you still
    call in
    to see
    what is going on with me.

Here today is my plea.
Hear me.
Stay a while
and listen
to my heart beat
come in closer
and really meet
Trust
Honesty
Tolerance
Gentleness

What Joy that would be
defenselessness for me to see,
generosity to give away
all you value here
and patience now and for all time,
faithfulness and an open mind.

If every word was ever heard
Love would sing
and light would bring
a truly wondrous way to be
living with simplicity.

Written June 4, 2019