V8SC ~ James Departs Team Sydney

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I’ve just announced that I have stepped back from Team Sydney, effective immediately. As we haven’t been able to agree on the way forward, I’ve now decided to depart the team and I wish Team Sydney all the best for the future. I haven’t got any other plans in place, so can’t really comment anymore at the moment. But my great relationship with @boostaus means that we will now be looking for some new opportunities - so watch this space.....

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"Herstory" Tour @ Hamilton's brought to you by "The Sitting Wombat" Bookstore

Scene Scrolling Puddles of Magic Memes For The Ocean Like, Baby!

Social media churns the illusion that it’s not enough to live for our own selves; the idea that something is only worth doing if it‘s seen. —https://t.co/K72mBjXmk8 #ThingsThatMakeYouGoHmm

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— the artidote (@TheArtidote) February 27, 2020

It's Dance Day Friday! "No Long Faces, said Black Beauty To Hi Ho Silver!

Good morning Friday. It's dance day > Travel Light! That's not so bad, see?

“We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light”.Plato#auspol #ssy #barringtoncoast #danceonesarseoff

https://t.co/ZvO4JoT504

— Tony Searl (@TonySearl) February 27, 2020

Pure And Simple.

Oh yes let me bleed
pure potency a gifted stiletto,
not worn, but carried edge
asharp steel of glint in
gentle eye.

Stared dagger double,
our knife of life,
hovers, crafts,
cuts new swathes in gorgeous jungles
in tiny fresh of petal flesh
as leech kisses, possess
poisons, sucks toads in
hairy sacred towers,
Vista opens, feet, forward as
meme wars mount the parapets
 equine, feline, canine, bovine,
Troops rally at the ready.
Flat iron cauldrons burn witch
recipes so rich as
Lizard King an airy bubble breath
a darkness simple, bitch,
pitch.

Oh yes,
life gifts torn like bloodied sheets
which way?

The Holy Haters macerated
scarred from Men In Cloth.

The Poisoned Chalice
The Font of Death
Confession crucial un fucking,
challenged.

oh yes,
witch weigh?

pretty perfect pictures of a dark holed black widow spider
steaming ices dried in cold hard passion less ponds of shallow
frigid swamps of haters a desert in stolen generations
pastures spell, rest re store, curse you Amazon
Boxes home delivered, may you Rot In Glorious
Consumptions.

Tricky debt drowns the Next Up Two The Neck
a keen edged self, The Money Shot
a mean full meme, anointed slicing sword,
a shallow draught, a blessed spelling, curses
a loving edge of coming present danger.
Capital! What a Capitalism eye deer?
Spend a penny, in for a pounding, in your dollar hole
 punch?

Remember me as molten metal, moan he, money,
our mercurial energy of wanton
alchemy.

A Love so simple, Scrooge McDuck
Too hot to handle, Oh WTF!
 with consistent care and flowing riches, money makes The World Go
a round of hitting balls wif sticks? A whole in won? A sliced bird he?
Too sharply faceted old diamonds, many faces of club land maces?
The First Curse is the deepest, I lead The Gooey Money Shot. fresh facials, beauty
mono brows beaten and stencilled and type cast as ageing ships go off
to sink, barren hulls and torpedoed shafts full of dead sea men, or tad poles of c reamy face elixir
Bye, following ewe write out The Doors.

Sheeple To The Peeple as wee comes full circle
and drops the pursed lips, the puckered tucked and monied brow
into the piggy
bank as full deposits take extract and rake The Prophets of Doom
as slaves two debt, as minions run and do and do run The Do Do
to serve an other, serve The man, wor King the wor Ship of Shite?
Or just worse?
Worse as re treat needed?
To es cape the super powered cape of fear?
Enough Enough cried Billy Goats Gruff
Sitting like Uni verse Eggs un der the bridge
Patiently waiting for tad poles to swim
come up stream and latch on inn?

Money like honey is ever so sticky
The curse of Bee
more
as Business Trans Acted
Go Forth, spread seen and multiply The Wealth of Creation
in tent, camp King, intention, camping?
at the Doors of The Kingdom
Of Target and wal mart of con sumed
con sumated
as con sumers get fucked
ova, Their Eggs fertilised by those same dead to the world sunken
 sea men, an anemone, an enema of the Wall et, pursing purging the
moan He from The Mist Shallow Pock ets
So worthy wonders of smaller toke Ons of
 energy ex change?
Fare Trade? Fair Trade? Ripped up or just off?
Lead with service to be of value, not success in hip pock marks?
Lead with like 110 street west, pay what you got, know Tap And Run....?

Do Not Fear, My Love. For Love Has Already, Won. Simple, On Point, Repeat, Easy, Lightly, No Reason, My Purpose.

You can be the whole package and still end up at the wrong address. When this happens, the receiver will mishandle you because:
1. they don’t know what to do with you and
2. they weren’t meant to have you in the first place.
—Unknown

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— the artidote (@TheArtidote) February 25, 2020

Anais Nin ~ "A Spy In The House of Love"

show love even on the bad days pic.twitter.com/gBGkc5vqor

— Poem Heaven (@PoemHeaven) February 26, 2020

How Deep Is Your Bend?

There is no God
simply because God
has no inside and no outside
and no boundaries.

And no name
except every name.
To even speak the word 'God'
reduces God to a thing.
A concept.
Boundaried, divided, separate from you.

There is no God
simply because
everything is God.

God is just another name
for All There Is
and All There Is Not.

And your 'belief' or 'disbelief'
is beside the point.
Hallelujah.
Fall down on your knees.

Run through the streets, laughing.
Even the dog shit is holy! 

- Jeff Foster

Bricolage Pearls, Multi Facet Shine

We Were Never Born from Xavi Trilla on Vimeo.

We Were Never Born by Dosnoventa.

With the support of Lacoste Live.

director ~ SERGI CASTELLÀ

filmmaker ~ HECTOR FERREÑO

production ~ BLACK MILK STUDIO

cinematographer ~ ALBERT SALAS

For more info visit 

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From Love, Not For Love. Devoted, Aligned, Kind and Surrendered To Life's Beauty.

From Love, Not For Love. 

Love IS the fuel of the universe

The body and energy and power that creates the flow
Trust The Subtle Strength, The Quiet Thunder of Undivided, non negated Love.
It is palpable, authentic, unafraid and ever so kind in it's surrendered passion.
For Life. All of it,

Love IS fierce, fully single, on point, repeating, light without division, object or desire.
Once love is returned to, simple not easy, stripped bare of conditions or terms of service
It may then Be
shared, gifted, with and to an energetic equal.
Love is unique to each soul, we learn another By relating, not love.
I came to love you.
Not teach, advise, heal or fix you,
Love does all that.
And more.

Love leads By following, imperfectly messy, insanely vulnerable. Beautifully Human.
Love multiplies by paying attention, listening acutely and choosing discerning tender and appropriate actions.
Love shape shifts and refuses to be boxed, labelled, pinned down or defined.
Love grows with challenge and setting sacred containers, aka kind soft boundaries,
Love says No to anything that insults the soul, violates the body or harms the heart.
And yet it is power, full and so warrior fierce it can buckle knees and sees grown adults easily, readily weep at and in its simple radiant dark beauty.
Love is whole and has no opposite. It is as undivided sky. Clouds may cross it, but sky remains, infinite vast and beyond comprehension without and end.
Love never dies and is omnipresent, manifesting in our darkest crags and crevices patiently calling us deeper to release the bliss.
Love is sensitive to sensuality, it respects the elements and embraces alchemy. It is fire, earth, wind and water and all the forms these wonders create.
Love is Truth in Nature, inner and outer and how we all enter life. Innocent, pure unconditioned.
Love is quiet as it roars, love is silent in its intense volume.
Love dances to the still point and the end of time, with or without bells on.
Love laughs with itself first with someone it takes seriously.
If I Love You, I will state it openly, clearly, directly and without pretence, affliction or agenda.
Love gives subtle gifts continuously and if we are open to receive we feel this alignment.
Love is the bodies temple, Love is consciousness, love is all and all is love.
Love is a safe deep place to land and come completely undone, to release ones inner child and vent like a storm, knowing the anchor will always remain and hold firm ground.
Love is simple, on point and repeats. Like a light house.
Love never switches off although it may be out of sight, momentarily, do not fret, or worry or fear, for it comes again, soon.
Love after the dark, in that next light serves up more, creating subtle tidal waves of slowly heated tangible sensual energy.
Love, never the same one twice, spontaneous felt within, no reason ever, it simply is
Love cannot diminish as we catch it from those who already have it, like candles and a flame.
Love is ultimately simple, a momentous gift shared, initially choice less, then a choice with no reason, as two imperfect people doing their best to bring out and support the best in each other.
The challenge is being simple, challenge is not in the love.

I Love life,
I accept life and then we may relate to share love as life in full acceptance of that love.

Txx

Love Is Life in Community

#ssy #popupyoga #corevalues

Here Comes The Rain Again.

How timely
How appropriate
How True,
Nature Mother's
soaking drops arrived, for told,
another change of reign today.

Cyclone off Our Summer Coast
stirs swells and seas and sails,
right now, write now so perfect
as green earth flows and swells,

Life of phoenix
returns from dark,
a sooty
blackened hell.

Steady Rain, Not Even in The Building
Sweet Moisture, Not Even The Reminding
Sweeter Reign, Not Even Heart Connections.
Although these all exist as matters more
Today's rain is meaning even more than that.


Instead these mother's tears today
Are telling of An Ancient Tear,
this more gentle letting go,
this deeper silent cutting chord
no longer strums,
or thinks or hums,
an encore passed the clapping.
(nor if,
in Miss Aligned
a melody of missed
reality?)
It is not that I don't care,
For Your Soul,
For I do and always will,
But aligned and kind?
and seen and heard?
I never felt what I deserve
A finer Loving flow.

Instead
these rising seas
give strength to leave
This Oh So Tiny,
Sure.

This comfort wear
where No Thing Grows,
This shallow ceasing pool,
a snookered growth,
A stuck 'Check Mate'
Unmoved a Move
assured.

So gentle rains that
flow from heaven
I listen to your beat,
You guide me now
towards true Home
Next World is
At My Feet

This. All. Of. This. #woof

today. for the first time in a long time. i checked on the skittle under the fridge. i’m happy to report it’s still there. minding its business. doing the best it can. we should all strive for such an existence

— Thoughts of Dog® (@dog_feelings) February 17, 2020

Mother's Earth.

oh yes
sweetly conceived
mixed alive, marinated
with fractured spices
not all of my becoming.

Farm fresh Eggs
fine double yolkers
chickens free
range, wanted.

Frogs can't walk
so tadpoles swim,
rocket level
launched best so
Meet Me Upstream in
The Oval Office.

Competitors
randomly rushed
Smash, Grab
mixed drinks
of X's and Y's.

One Victor
collision spectacular
comes winningest one, won,
wins a space race ace,
can we even deal with
this majestic conception?

Minute moments pass
minutely divisive
Growth silently goes
atomical wild unrelenting.

Energy flows,
a wonder gestation,
adopting his hairs and
her inherent graces.

Belly of Beauty
Baby miked sings
and sucks and feeds all needs via
safe mother ship on chord.

Houston we have
not an alien problem
Butt infant contact.

Knock knock?
Who's there?
No.
know who?

"kNow
I don't want to leave
this hear warm cocoon.
but I really gotta pee."

But butterflies must
as seeds burst shells
and flowers ripen,

So Exit, The iPod,
stage left or right or however it wants
all in an orderly fashion, or not,
or knot as lunar landing craft
The Natal Chart Stars
are readied to receive another.
These Most Magical Miracles
Storks, Amazon, Cabbage Patch, no?
Arriving Every Damn Gorgeous Day.

Oh yes,
cry, joy, tears, laugh, let go,
please do mother
fucking celebrate loudly
That First Breath.

Because, Love,

Their ain't nuthin'
compares To

You.

That Wondrous Unique
That Whole Home Coming
That Perfect Nature,
Of Inner and Outer
Ever Again.

Until
There
Is.

~ Love is The Journey

"Remember Who You Are"

#Love. 

Next Level.

Daring Greatly
no futility, no attempt
to repress the potent
point of spaciousness,
what has always been
The Real, no reason.

Attune more to Life
True Beauty,
surrender to a One
abiding grace.

Black Witch,
wide eyed still
sweet pools adored
a dock side clarity
calls me now to
leave.

I come including
a single breath,
a dive beyond desire.
I pique the troughs
to surf through roughs
We crest a clear Blue,
See?

I sea a vibrant vital
safe horizon
with storms of
changing darks,

Exquisite lights
content aligned alight on
swaying swollen decks,
Far from The Shallows Now,
we climb, we grow, we sing,
this mast dear life
just loves us, sweetly so.

We cry
we heal
we dredge the
Oh so simple,
see!

Hurries Know, Truth Waits

power ferments
luscious bubbles
in panes of scene,

of grey green
heavy bellied
pregnant clouds.

quiet thunder
raws a silent shard
of light intense,

struck like clock,
life chimes this face a
solemn reigning, feat.

We open beaked
receive these worms
blood rain gifts to nourish nest.

Called aweigh now nascent bird
as anchors muddies rise,
same sky will fly bird there.
No matters, know This Reign.

Will Save wild wings
as Ocean stormy cross,
thy wills will meet and
wills Be riper done.

by Tony Searl

Fade Into You

Heart To Heart

Ocean caps of white foam return me into you
this gentle swell, a smile arises, just thinking of you.
sweet new memories, tender moments scene
caress wisps of zephyr lead me fire smoulder, here.

Love feels this glance of slow sensual tension rising in salt air.
Darker nights of stars, same vision, same surrender, shared.

As waves kiss shore mountain lines, a sacred sea does meet,
My eye elixir sheds a story, tears solitary and salty,
My heart of craggy crevices, won sure, all simply fades into you.
Felt each drop more fully now in deeper depths of this rare beauty,
share fresh watery wells all tangled up in blue.

This whole love seas gifts of heart felt happy sighs.
Like Undivided Sky, like lavender violet clouds,

love her beauty ripe, let my full love be,
a simple rise as I fade into you.

How Wild Is Your Simple Life, Roller > Life Coaster?

"There is no formula for generating the authentic warmth of love. 

It cannot be copied. 

You cannot talk yourself into it or rouse it by straining 

at the emotions or by dedicating yourself 

solemnly to the service of mankind."

Alan Watts

Simple Journey of a Nature Designed Wilder, 

Trust Devil, Trust Beauty, surrender

One Who Comes, With Us, label less

Unknowing To Each Roar Edge.

See and soften,

as vista wider vision opens,

breathe, own creations of a 

Double Helix Rising on Unchanged Sky. 

These Gorgeous Grey unfinished perfections

Our Stormy Reality of Grounded 

Rain bows.

by Tony Searl

Torn

Torn like the text
distant, dagger,
twisted, dead.
Fly Boy Flew,
Chicken, Turkey
stuff sour left
you basted
bitter, split open
raw boned
in a stew.

Torn tops
Corona,
a twisted lime
of sour lemon
bitter beers
The Buoys Bobbed
down and kissed
That Worldly
Jet Packed Arse.

Torn,
ripped asunder
as rapids fall and
water splinters an
icy Cascade brew.
Torn
The Potent Witches,
dark cavern sticky
a cackling cauldron of
Perfect Molasses.

Bye, Fly,
Running worldly
outer limits
scene, seen, sea and go Two
Your Outer Space,  Moon
when tears of salt
that matter more
are met
In  side, in hearths
of heated alchemy,
The Pure Nature
Untorn Gold

Funky Towns, Wild Walks, Big Bares on Roads with Rockets.

Add Venture
Smart Artists
Shift Happens
Big Bares

Y Knot?
quiet wisps in a spelling
beared cheeky look!, brook.

Go sigh lent Mast Her Mount Aine
unBoxed like Frag Isle, Bee,
show bot Tom be, a write weigh up
Sew, get out!
So, with Just Ice?
Know that our kind, Ness
is so ease He two say.

So, Get Out On That High Weigh
and keep our Sill He Nun Sense
Mo Tours running.

Add Venture
Smart Artists
Shift Happens
Big Bares
Just Ride, sweet brew tea
This wander Full
Life

I Love This So Much! Happy VFF Day!

"Not without its charms is this terrible world, 
not without its mornings worth our waking."

 Wisława Szymborska

Sweet Heart,

Happy "Very Freaking Funny" Day. 

If the climate emergency wasn't so damn serious, 

I'd be ROFLMFAO. 

I Love You, Happy V Day,
Trust You Have a Day Filled With Peace

#Nature. 

National Apology Day To Australia's Indigenous Peoples. 12 Years On Dadirri.

The RACGP recognises today’s important anniversary of the National Apology to Australia’s Indigenous Peoples.

View our position Statement on Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander Health here: https://t.co/Iiospei1jN@HealingOurWay @NACCHOAustralia #NationalApologyDay pic.twitter.com/om3bluklmO

— RACGP (@RACGP) February 12, 2020

Dadirri 

Are we yet listening, 

deeply to Creation in Nature, 

inner and outer?

As we reflect today, ask each of our Self, 

how am I showing up to align and support my highest Self?

How am I showing up to align with and best support 

our community, our relationships and Mother Earth?

Is my intention leading with respectful sacred containers

and unconditional Love?  

For our imperfect messy human selves?

Have I truly embraced Radical Responsibility? 

And Wholeness?

For If there is still a problem, I am It?

Can we dive that deep and each own our shit, gracefully? 

With compassion and forgiveness? Self first and then others?

Can we stay in our lanes and still connect 

Heart To Heart in community?

Hell yes, simple not easy,

we do and we are!

\

Thank You Worimi Community. 

@Worimi #SSY #barringtoncoast  #innovation

#closethegap #fromlittlethingsBIGthingsgrow

#andwecanhavejustice  #redblood #One Blood

Emotional Availability, Connection and True Intimacy.

What Do You Love Me For?

A perceptive lover might say:

"I like the way your smile is slightly different on each side of your mouth. One side is warm and welcoming, the other is thoughtful and a bit melancholy. You’re not merely smiling, it seems like you’re thinking deeply as you smile.
Or: There is a charming thing you do with your eyelids when you are listening, half bringing them down in a quizzical way. It feels like you’re saying ‘I don’t totally believe you’ but it’s really an encouragement; there’s an invitation, as if you were adding: ‘but come on, give me the real truth, I know you’re holding back the best bits because you worry you won’t be understood… but you will be. You’re safe with me.’

Or: There’s this great thing you do with your thumb and middle finger when you get excited by an idea. It’s as if you’re feeling the quality of a piece of silk … as if you’re touching a thought with your fingers.

Or: I’m slightly in love with the freckle on your upper left arm. It’s a bit like you, quietly saying ‘here I am, I’m me; nothing special but I’m happy with who I am.’ It’s poised and unshowy but confident of its power to attract those who get it. I love that it was there when you were little and that it’s been with you every day since.

The question of what we have found to love in someone should not frighten us. We simply need to give ourselves the time to trace back our enthusiasms to their authentic sources, while remembering that love is liable to collect with particular intensity in the most vulnerable and improbably small nooks of the self."

Emotional availability and connection 

With aligned sensual, fierce tender kindness. 

Comes First For Me. 

Absolutely Non negotiable, 

Into Me You See

comes first, every time. 

Then We May See What Other Magics

 and Museic May Follow. 

'What Do You Love Me For?"

Thank You, 

The Book Of Life. 

Some Art, Some Songs.

Absolutely adore this. 

Ever since childhood

One of my earliest memories

Both art and song still move me 

Like Nothing Else.

As "Starry Night" does for many.

Many Tears, Always

I Feel Blessed, Always

Thank you Vincent, For Your Magic. 

MoMA ~ NYC June 2015

Climate Act Now.

At last a…
-positive
-proactive
-tangible
-evidence based
…response to climate change we can ALL support!
Sign up & share - then contact your Federal member & ask them to pass the #climateactnow #consciencevote #auspol >> https://t.co/Mb6bSGvqtW

— #climateactnow YES! (@climateactnowoz) February 8, 2020

Fair Dinkum, Crack a Corona Mate....

To the mindless sideline voyeurs lusting after 

perfection, power, money 

or prestige... 

"Fiddle whilst rHome burns... "

Emperor Nero did it, 

Paul Kelly nails it. Wake TF up Australia

Lap, The Cream

Little Leo has been
scratching shallow screens
to go out back, get behind,
into The Hades Stalls Again
A Sure Fire Viper Pit.

Whereas sweeter Feline God
directs this show, and instead,
of course, gently ushers
cub kitty out front.

Lion up into More Life,
The Mane Dress Circle
Of This Infinitely Vaster
Roaring, Shining Show.

by Tony Searl

Leo Full Moon.

"Leo *FULL MOON* is rising and there is excitement in the air as this Aquarius/Leo axis accentuates creativity, expression and expansion.

This energy is about summoning our courage to reveal our truest heart.
Venus leaves the dreamy Piscean waters where she has been for a while and enters Aries. But just as she’s ready to move into this new exciting energy, she conjuncts Chiron, the wounded healer at the entrance of this new phase.
It’s an interesting predicament that as she’s ready to move into an actualized expression of her love, she has to meet her vulnerability, her wounds. And so in this way, we are reminded of the vulnerability we must embrace when we take the leap to follow our heart’s calling.
For it seems in love or in any endeavor we embark on, we must courage-up and risk exposing our true Self, if only to be true to most real part of us.
And whether that is met, understood, embraced or not, it expands our Being in ways that our Soul is rooting for.
My dear brother Kaypacha, expresses this beautifully, by saying that regardless “the experience of sharing our truth is like our mission, our destiny.”
He goes on to say that “we may feel inadequate, insecure, unprepared, nor ready” but we’ll feel something stirring in our core, “something deep down inside that says, ‘say it, or go there or stand up'” or whatever authentic part of us we are being called to reveal.
Kaypacha also addresses the fact that we might find ourselves in environments that accept and support our Soul’s truth or in some that do not. Pertinently, he address the predicaments of being in a situation where our honest heart truth might not be accepted or approved of.
Whatever side we find ourselves on, ultimately it comes down to a broader understanding and acceptance of each Soul’s individual journey.
Each one of our Souls is moving toward a greater love and understanding, regardless of all the situations we have encountered in our past which may have warranted our desire to close our hearts.
The way of Nature, the Tao, continually calls us to yield, to let go and open up to the unfolding transformation that is a constant in the river of Life.
Softening the heart to love and acceptance is what’s in order for us.
What a relief to release into this loving:

FULL MOON in LEO 

February 9th 2020  5:33 pm AEST

Read more about The Leo Full Moon by Mystic Mamma

Life Peaks and Troughs of Spectrum and Spirals

 

Life Cycles

delicious pocked craters

satiated dust seas

craggy scar morsels

This human cheese flesh

of our whole hearts held,

more holed, more lived, more nature,

than pure risen temple, holy.

For these troughs are our wells

our cures and our freedoms,

life's passion gifts, our

kind black crevices, our

seen torn schisms, our

Idle Love not simply sits

as you, me or mine.

Instead humble Love

a sweet rich baste

slowly marinates,

our communal spice.

Nourish, taste Love

as we devour devotions

a nutritious gift to us all.

Love Dark Witches, 

decayed Wizards with wise roots that rise,

Love playful creatures, 

creations of light shining crests

Love scars, stitched schisms, 

crags frozen in burning Valleys of Death,

These Wounded Ones,

The Lived Ones alive,

gentle smile in lights silence,

repeat simple self knowing

we are all, this, Beauty

The Terror, The Angel

The Devil, The Love.

by Tony Searl