by David Swain | 3 Mar, 2019
Falls, Basket Swamp, Boonoo Boonoo National Park Through soggy heath and sedge the kangaroo trail drops, scattering big-fisted rocks as you struggle to be present. A gurgle, a trickle, a whispering whoosh, sips at your spirit. Cold, clear, gushing, over, around, down...
by David Swain | 3 Sep, 2018
Silence we sit and wait the Light shines as we grow porous it begins to flow through us this Light—invisible beyond our speech or thought—is small as a single grain of finest salt expansive as the breadth of cosmic space sharp and specific with concerns gentle with...
by David Swain | 3 Sep, 2018
Part 1 My god was like an old, old man (But vigorous still, and strong) Who sat upon a golden throne Surrounded by a throng Of angels, dressed in purest white (And never other hues). And as god didn’t move a lot But mostly sat in this same spot The angels darted to...
by David Swain | 3 Dec, 2017
Andrew Brion, Victoria Regional Meeting In the new Victorian Friends’ Centre (VFC) a group has started to meet each fortnight. The group is convened by David Parris and we meet for ninety minutes, being three half hours of: silent worship; contemplation and writing;...
by David Swain | 3 Sep, 2017
Pamela Leach, Tasmania Regional Meeting Grace may be that autumn palette crisp rusts and burgundies oranges flame and gold riotous dancing for the azure heavens arms waving in unison one organic troupe but not just that . . . Grace may be that sparkling chat we had...
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