Every thing is okay on the happy carriage!

Krishnamurti talking with children in 1984

Peace

How many years since you found yourself
Staring at an endless sky?

Unaware of yourself
Who you are and where you're going
Only living
Only breathing
Losing all sense of time

The most fragile of things
Captivates and embraces you
Surrender and be witness
To this rarest of moments

You live within the sense of the order of things
What is truth
What is important
What defines you

No need to fear
No need to worry
About years that passed
About time you lost

Live seconds as a lifetime
Time it does not matter
You live within the sense
Of the stillness of time

Thoughts..

The other day, I took off on my bike and headed towards Rookwood cemetery, im quite fond of this place, and quite frankly it is one of the only places I can get some peace and quite, and some solitude in this god forsaken, materially obsessed city, I took my camera with me and took some photo's of various headstones, there is a particularly nice place in there, very serene, a lot of the head stones are from the 1920's, even 1800s, just sitting there, hearing the birds chirping in the trees...

I found a few old photo's I took a couple of years ago, about 2003, these where all taken at Brighton le sans in Sydney.

Into the distance, a ribbon of black
Stretched to the point of no turning back
A flight of fancy on a windswept field
Standing alone my senses reeled
A fatal attraction holding me fast, how
Can I escape this irresistible grasp?
Can't keep my mind from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted Just an earth-bound misfit, I

Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
Unheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everything
No navigator to find my way home
Unladened, empty and turned to stone
A soul in tension that's learning to fly
Condition grounded but determined to try

Can't keep my mind from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I
Above the planet on a wing and a prayer,
My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air,
Across the clouds I see my shadow fly
Out of the corner of my watering eye
A dream unthreatened by the morning light
Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night

There's no sensation to compare with this
Suspended animation, A state of bliss
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I

some photos

Hi and welcome

Well what is this blog all about? mainly some contemplation, just a bit, but mostly photography of cemeteries, I have always had a deep facination of grave yards and what not since I was a kid, it wasnt until a few years back that I actually steped into one, and ever since, I have been visiting all sorts of grave yards and cemeteries, I do like to take photos, all though im an amature, I do believe a cemetary is a great place to contemplate things and too reflect...