Reverie

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Windjana Gorge, North West Kimberley, WA

There is a state of mind –
a state of being in which,
at certain times, one arrives.
A state in which there is a loosening
and an expansion of consciousness.
Where one is neither asleep, dreaming nor, awake.
It brings a certain presence with it,
a witnessing of all experience and phenomena.
Past, present, future.
All that there ever is,
all that there ever was,
all that there ever will be.
In this state of reverie,
one may float in blissful awareness
whilst all that was once hidden
comes out to play.

(c) Ajanta Judd Words & Image

The Book of Tree

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Red Gum Tree, Mernda, Victoria

Oh to be a tree
Observing and grounded
To sway with capricious winds
Yielding to uncertain weather
Rooted firmly in Mother Earth
To sense only the changing elements
And the slow turn of passing seasons
Equanimous under a trillion night stars
Bearing witness to passing creatures
Human beings and their monkey minds
Creating havoc and suffering
Whilst the trees practice contentment

Take a leaf from the book of tree
The wisdom of sublime existence

(c) Ajanta Judd Words & Image

These Words

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Datura – Devil’s Trumpets – Crystal Castle, Mullumbimby, NSW

How many colours has my soul?
Which one is the strongest? Which one is the weakest?
Which one is the wicked?
Which one has the power to drag your soul into a journey that will challenge you?
Are you the wicked one? What colours are you?
Who is the one now reading intent into my words? Making assumptions?
Uttering righteous comments – making subjective judgements?
Which, like a medieval sword challenges my heart, confronts my soul?
Whilst others choose to use my words like a knife with two blades
Do my words have the power to awake a dormant flower under the ice?
Like a pale ray of sun breaking the heavy clouds in the mist of winter?
Is it poetry of the soul? Are they words from the divine?
Are they words that can say more than words can say?
Words that seek to describe that which is indescribable?
The ineffable, indefinable, transcendental, courageous, infinite.
These words of soul’s connection, soul’s expression of the divine
The devil’s trumpeting or, the angel’s sweet melodious intonations
Are you brave enough to receive them?

(c) Ajanta Judd Words & Image

Chasm

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Caves, Bunurong Marine Park, Inverloch, Victoria

Something has burst
in my heart
it erupts forth
seeping through
the valley
of my breasts
pooling at my navel
overflowing my belly
an oozing molten lava
sliding through
an enchanted forest
mingling with
vibrant foothills
saturating
plunging
into the dark
intense heat
of my
melting
chasm

(c) Ajanta Judd Words & Image

Infinite Universe

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I was born searching for my star and was offered this galaxy
It was almost too much to cope with at times
And me, just the tiniest speck amid this vast gathering
Way too minute to register on the universal radar
Insignificant but, breathing all the same
My steady lup dup heart mimicking the pulsing of distant unknown stars
Protons, electrons and neutrons circling each other
Repelling, attracting, pinging
All vying in a game of one-upmanship
Different formula, same dance moves
conjuring up the next spontaneous combustion
A big bang
A tiny pop
An apocalypse perhaps
Every now and then an unexpected turbulence or, a devastation
Perhaps a sixth dimension intervention
Exquisite, ephemeral, eternal, ineffable
I was born searching for my star
Was offered this galaxy
And ended up with an infinite universe

(c) Ajanta Judd Words & Image