-
Surrendering To Country: Yarramundi Under Water
*These words are offered in service to the beautiful wise Old People of the Dharug, upon whose ancestral home my life and work are now nourished and nurtured, and to Country Itself, whose living and intentional soul permeates my own. I acknowledge the stolen land, culture, families, and histories here, and through my life-work resist…
-
Feel The Storm
Feel the storm In your skin Flickering Day light into the dark Blinking into The roaring sky Swimming overhead. Shake the foundations Of our cages A melody of rain Switches keys Sinking into the ground As lovers sink Into each others arms. Another flash From the groaning sky As trees sigh And ground heaves up…
-
Walking Country
Mother reaches upwards, Through soil and stone, Into the soles of my bare feet As I walk upon Country – Patient, humble, And with respect.
-
All Birds Are A Little Bit Crazy, And That’s Okay
Sometimes, I wish I were a bird – My golden voice would be loud and heard, Singing my songs for all of the day, And when the dark comes, flying away. Oh yes, how I wish the bird were me, So many ways that I could be free. Sometimes I dream that I’m an owl…
-
The Winter Death
In the dark of winter We turn inward, water reflecting – Healing summers heated battles And autumns releasing falls. We dream with the Yew tree, Crossing the winter bridge Towards the Birch reborn, Where all that ends, emerges anew. Winter is a thin place, A veil between worlds Across which life force And the deathly…