Michael Leunig
Born
in East Melbourne, Victoria, Australia
June 02, 1945
Died
December 19, 2024
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The Curly Pyjama Letters
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published
2001
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6 editions
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The Lot: In Words
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published
2008
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The Penguin Leunig
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published
1983
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9 editions
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The Essential Leunig: Cartoons From a Winding Path
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published
2012
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2 editions
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When I Talk to You: A Cartoonist Talks to God
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published
2004
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5 editions
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Short Notes from the Long History of Happiness
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published
1996
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3 editions
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A Common Prayer
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published
1991
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5 editions
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The travelling Leunig
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published
1991
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4 editions
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Curly Verse: Selected Poems
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published
2010
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The Prayer Tree
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published
1992
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11 editions
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“God help us to live slowly:
To move simply:
To look softly:
To allow emptiness:
To let the heart create for us.
Amen.”
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To move simply:
To look softly:
To allow emptiness:
To let the heart create for us.
Amen.”
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“When the heart
Is cut or cracked or broken
Do not clutch it
Let the wound lie open
Let the wind
From the good old sea blow in
To bathe the wound with salt
And let it sting.
Let a stray dog lick it
Let a bird lean in the hole and sing
A simple song like a tiny bell
And let it ring
Let it go.
Let it out.
Let it all unravel.
Let it free and it can be
A path on which to travel.”
― The Prayer Tree
Is cut or cracked or broken
Do not clutch it
Let the wound lie open
Let the wind
From the good old sea blow in
To bathe the wound with salt
And let it sting.
Let a stray dog lick it
Let a bird lean in the hole and sing
A simple song like a tiny bell
And let it ring
Let it go.
Let it out.
Let it all unravel.
Let it free and it can be
A path on which to travel.”
― The Prayer Tree
“We struggle, we grow weary, we grow tired. We are exhausted, we are distressed, we despair. We give up, we fall down, we let go. We cry, we are empty, we grown calm. We are ready. We wait quietly.
A small shy truth arrives. Arrives from without and within. Arrives and is born. Simple, steady, clear. Like a mirror, like a bell, like a flame. Like rain in summer. A precious truth arrives and is born within us. Within our emptiness.
We accept it, we observe it, we absorb it. We surrender to our bare truth. We are nourished, we are changed. We are blessed. We rise up. For this we give thanks.
"Short NotesS From The Long History Of Happiness”
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A small shy truth arrives. Arrives from without and within. Arrives and is born. Simple, steady, clear. Like a mirror, like a bell, like a flame. Like rain in summer. A precious truth arrives and is born within us. Within our emptiness.
We accept it, we observe it, we absorb it. We surrender to our bare truth. We are nourished, we are changed. We are blessed. We rise up. For this we give thanks.
"Short NotesS From The Long History Of Happiness”
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