Every three months our community has what is called a ‘reflection meeting’. It is where success as well as challenges undergone over the previous three months are shared and then plans are made for the upcoming three months.

After one such meeting these thoughts came to mind, and this is the resulting poem.

Reflections and Growth

Last week we had a think, and discussed as a group,

We looked into what we were all doing,

Our reflection on what had transpired,

We thought and challenged ourselves to look a little deeper.

Through this reflection we took steps,

We got to know ourselves just that little bit better,

We now know what we would like to do,

We know what we can do, and now what needs to be done.

So, each of us made a personal plan,

In our own mind,

In our small group,

Small baby steps were taken.

Mis  takes were made,

And so, takes were redone,

Each time we improved,

Lessons learnt.

After further discussion and prayer,

Participating in study, seeking guidance, and reflection individually and as a group,

We become emboldened and brave,

It was not so hard.

An acquaintance is invited for a chat and a cuppa,

Followed this up with another invitation,

And slowly they become more than an acquaintance,

Soon friendships are borne.

Trusts are built,

Truths are told,

Pain is felt,

Shared experiences go deeper.

Soon the nucleus grows and become part of us,

Our new friends are one of us,

Begin to share understanding with others,

Then invite others to join in on the search and discovery of things made new.

Luigi Giuseppe Vittorio

13 February 2023

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I had a most colourful dream with movement grace and form. It was as if I were viewing from above the world. It was a most beautiful dream, and as we all know it is often difficult to recall them in the morning. So, I got out of bed and started to write it all down.

Gossamer Flight

This morning, I saw the world from above in darkness.

I saw the occasional light, streak across the world.

Progressively, I saw more and more of these.

After some time, it seemed to build up, a light gossamer cover over the world.

The gossamer had a pink, mauve hue about it.

As time progressed, the gossamer covering started to thicken just a little, in places.

And as it thickened, its intensity also grew.

Then diving down into and amongst the gossamer,

I could see more detail, of what was going on, of what was causing this effect.

The populace was large and were very interactive with each other.

Some of the individuals were helping others, in acts of service.

And when they did, they lit up.

The more acts of service they did for each other, their light got brighter, and stayed lit longer.

On the streets, and in the suburban arterials, cars were whizzing by, as if without a care.

But good things were happening, even here.

In the dim half-light of the morning, or in the short hours after sunset,

Sparkles and snaps of light could be seen.

Moving back above, – the gossamer covering was changing.

The intensity became stronger.

There seemed to be a certain flow and form.

Before long these became so strong that the flow became like rivers of light that weaved and moved over the world.

Streams of light flowed, spiralled, and twisted, over, through and around all that was there.

It was like the light danced for joy.

It was a joy to see it, so animated, as it curved with grace.

Life in this mortal world, could it be so beautiful and intense?

Luigi Giuseppe Vittorio

6 February 2023 2am

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 I had just read an inspiring document about activities that have been happening around the world. And I thought, how could this influence the lives of others. I imagined all the good things that could be done here and in other communities and thought that a spark is all that is needed. I then wrote this piece.

Will you step up?

Will you arise today?

Will today be a new day for you?

Will you shrug off the old, and put on the mantle of the new system of things?

Are you ready to step up, and be a better version of your yesterday?

Then join your brothers and sisters all over this great country and become aware of the happenings in this world, and learn of what will fortify you and your close ones,

so that you may know,

and in your knowing, be better prepared,

for the tomorrow that is coming at an ever-greater speed.

Your shield is in your knowing,

your spear will pierce the darkness of ignorance with words of truth.

Will you join me?

Shall we do this together?

Let’s start by calling the almighty in prayer,

 for assistance and guidance,

for steadfastness during these tests and trials.

Let justice be done,

let peace be laid out across the land,

the sea, the sky, and the ice.

Luigi Giuseppe Vittorio

16 January 2023

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I was sitting at my desk doing something mundane, and this thought of detachment came to me. I started writing and the words just flowed.

On Detachment

I need to be detached from things of this World,

Food, toys, trees, sea, views, …

I need to be detached from friends and family,

I need to be detached from this life here,

Detachment will guide me to be true to my higher self.

In the spirit world, I will need to be detached from the physical plane,

In the spirit world, I will need to be detached from the Earth planet

and let go of all connection and cleave to all that is divine.

In the spirit world, I will need to be detached from the physical,

I am energy,

I am a thought,

I am spirit,

I am part of everything,

yet I am nothing.

With detachment comes the understanding of balance and wisdom.

Luigi Giuseppe Vittorio

21 August 2022

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My father, who passed some years before came to my mind. I thought, “what can I write to honour him”? What came to mind most was the work ethic instilled in me from a young age. Also, the capacity to stop what we were doing and go fishing. We also often went fishing in the river to supplement the meals at home.

O Maijn Papa

You have taught me,

You have shown me,

You have guided me,

To do the things that I did not know.

When we went fishing,

you showed me how to tie knots,

you showed me how to thread the hook,

you showed me how to cast the line.

And when it came time to reel in the fish,

you were there for me, too,

and oh, what a fish, was that fish,

that we caught that day.

We did things on the farm,

that needed to be done,

the milking of the cows before school,

walking the field to confirm the canals had not burst their banks,

that the trickle tubes all had a regular flow.

Work was not work as we call it today,

it was an experience, a process,

it might be seen as mundane and repetitive,

yet I saw it as a challenge, to do it better.

There was excitement and competitiveness built in,

this made the day go faster,

there was no time to be bored,

there was a job to do.

We all rallied around and supported this activity,

and time and again we got the job done,

to finish the day,

to go fishing again.

Luigi Giuseppe Vittorio

26 February 2017

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I was sore and needed help to work out the knots in some of my tight muscles. I had booked an appointment with a reputable ayurvedic masseur. After coming home feeling much more relaxed this poem came to mind.

Transporting RelaxingMassage

I was on the table one day,

The oil warm, the hands strong,

The music played transported me in place and time,

I know not where.

The hands intuitively finding those knots,

Those tight spots,

Working that muscle in my shoulder, my neck,

I know not where.

The hands were smooth yet strong,

I felt relaxed as my body thirsted for this relaxation,

This attention to each muscle to smooth it out,

I know not where.

My thoughts took me away to a far of place,

Where time didn’t matter,

Where place was everywhere,

I know not where.

My parched skin drank in the scented oils,

My legs, my arms, feet and hands,

All felt the strong hands as they were being massaged,

I know not where.

And then bringing me out of my reverie,

The music that so happily transported me,

I know not where.

Luigi Giuseppe Vittorio

21 February 2017

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I was in the back garden and saw a large green tree frog come out, and I took the opportunity to watch it for a short while. Soon after, this poem came to me.

Challenge of the Frog for change

A frog jumped into my life today,

It was green and cool to touch,

I noticed that it could leap quite some distance,

And landed with a plop.

Life is more than just leaping from one point to another,

And landing with a plop,

It is about keeping our cool,

It’s about how we can serve others.

Life for all is much more than we realise,

We can take big leaps of faith,

And trust that we will land aright,

Though this is not always the case as many of us have experienced.

My understandings of life changes, I change, I grow,

I see things anew,

I ask ‘have they always been there’,

But today is different, they are new to us … now.

I ask myself now, “what is the time”,

What needs still to be done,

Do I have time to leap just one more time,

Or shall I stay and enjoy the day?

Luigi Giuseppe Vittorio

21 February 2017

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This simple poem just came to me in a moment of reflection and meditation.

Life’s silver ribbon

Life may be likened to a thin silver ribbon in the wind,

We cannot see the end,

Life sparkles and flashes as it moves and dances,

We cannot see the end,

Joys and excitements are the remembered points,

We cannot see the end,

The people we meet, the challenges to overcome,

We cannot see the end,

The things we do in this life to leave our legacy,

We cannot see the end.

Luigi Giuseppe Vittorio

16 February 2017

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This poem was written after a visit to Peru. I am sharing my appreciation of the land, the food and the people that live there. Our trip took us from Cusco to Machu Picchu and on to Lake Titicaca and down to the coast.

Poem to Pachamama

After journeying many hours from far off Australia to this land in the Americas of high mountain ranges and its ancient peoples, I give gratitude.

I give gratitude for this opportunity,

For the wisdom found,

For the sun that gives us warmth,

For the wind that blows,

For the earth that gives us all we need each day,

For the rain that brings us water to quench our thirst,

For the gentle breezes that cool us on those hot days,

For the food that nourishes us each day.

I give thanks to my capacity to undertake this spiritual journey,

For the lessons learnt and experiences undertaken,

For the beauty that can be seen in the mountains, valleys, and plains,

For the safe journey that each of us undertake to witness and experience this land.

For all the new learnings that I have found,

For all the new foods that I have tasted.

For the many new friends that I have made.

To experience high mountains where the air is so thin one needs to learn to breathe again,

To see the deep valleys, oh so deep, with water rushing down the gorges clear,

The long wide plains where grasses grow tall, or no grass at all,

This land of Lama and Alpaca, and where the mighty condor fly.

I give thanks to Pachamama for this opportunity to meet with and be with these gentle people.

To Pachatata for this safe journey,

To return again someday to the Alto Plano in Cusco and Ollantayatambo and learn more of this land and its people.

Luigi Giuseppe Vittorio

13 Sept 2011 Peru

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A walk in the bush North of Brisbane inspired me to write this poem.

Bush Dreams

Walking through the bush today,

You know Mount Mee way,

You may have been there yourself someday,

T’was a special day indeed.

The wind in the tree tops high,

The dappled sun light through the trees,

Reaching only those favored leaves,

Revealing and highlighting hidden gifts of sight.

The tall straight trees,

reaching for the sky,

with bark so white and smooth,

not a blemish in my eye.

The path we tread with turns, winding down,

Inducing curiosity in the walker,

around each bend,

what will it be? what will it show?

Is it up or down, where will it go.

The sweet fragrance of the many blossoms,

strong it was, with such variety and colour,

yellow and orange, purple and green, silver and grey,

the bees and birds doing their duty each day.

At the water course, it flows slowly yet it is still,

To reflect, the day moves on,

The shadows grow longer,

T’was a special day indeed,

to be one with the bush up Mount Mee way.

Luigi Giuseppe Vittorio

03 August 2011

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