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View this post on Instagram 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..... A post shared by James Courtney (@jcourtney) on Feb 28, 2020 at 5:32pm PST

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 artwork by https://t.co/OWwvW57yRM pic.twitter.com/k9TuRRKrd0 — the artidote (@TheArtidote) February 27, 2020

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

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, res...

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 artwork by https://t.co/EC7FHiG77M pic.twitter.com/3VO7ZeiSXu — 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

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

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  dosnoventabikes.com

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 gr...

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 risin...

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

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 m...

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!

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

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.

"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 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

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

"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. 

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...

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 uppe...

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

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

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

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* 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 bro...

  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, th...