Reality Check

This is real

the creaking trees

the sand blasted granite

standing solid in the wind.

Listening and breathing,

the flies and the dust

man is but an instant in the dunes.

A message from the trees to the people

 

What are you, when we are there

and we are not with you?

Life is here when you see me

because the soil is rich.

We are one or wood is pure

Our thoughts diffuse between us.

We made us on the land

Some shrubs amongst some shrubs

then the earth does devour

the bodies and souls of us.

The day is done as we are together

and love and roots do bind us.

Why have a need , an object

if emotions leave us.

We do know

we do give

possessions can not hold us

we cannot think or know what's right

when objects draw us away from love

and knowing what is right.

We are blind

but can see the world

Are deaf but hear your words

You can talk but you minds are mute

You emotions are unknown to us.

What are you?

and why are you so?

While we are happy as we are

are you sad?

Dreams

It's hard to explain

What life has in store

for the untamed unpredictable spirit

Just follow the instinct

Take what comes

approach life with open eyes and a smile.

What more can I do?

Be patient and true

Learn from the past and look forward with hope.

I can't really tell you what I dreamt about

But I know that it's coming true

Flittering distant memories

tell me that something's going on

All will work out fine I know,

All will work out fine.

Aboriginal Country.

My skin is warm

My feet are strong

My eyes are wide and scan the horizon

I hear the people, the birds

and feel a breeze on my skin.

My nose inhales perfume of the sweetest flowers

And my mouth drinks the free flowing water of earth

this is called living.

Pregnant in Arnhem Land

Dry sky, birthing the golden sunshine.

Tall tropical grass ripening

Brown heads opening

persistent wind stirs, breaths.

Soil bound grass swaying,

high boughs bending slightly

under shimmering, shining leaves.

Birds calling lightly

the echo of clear bells

Lush green woodland

swaying gently in the sighing wind.

Mothers and kids

Kids on hips

hips on legs on feet on sand.

Sand, dry red sand, fine sand

in our eyes, flies,

dust, wind, afternoon haze,

long slow days.

Kids on shoulders

kids on hips,

kids in coolamans too.

Bright eyed babies, looking at you.

Young mothers,

Slim and quiet,

merry laughter, distant figures in the sun

Young mothers and kids.

Life has begun.

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Sky

Sometimes I see fearful faces in the clouds

I feel so detached,

as though life is just a game on a world passing by.

And as I watch

a vapour white angel forms.

My soul reaches out

and even this evaporates

into a void of blue.

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Exulted grief

The tale of Sunday's exulted grief

turned away and fled

to burst into the sky.

As words of recall rise and drift then gently subside

waves lapped upon the shore of time

and heaven opened to a smile.

That faded soon

to shards of grey drifting endlessly away.

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A world beyond this.

I stopped and watched and wondered how

It could be so clear to me.

And yet I cannot explain

What it is that I can see.

A world beyond this

A weightlessness

where nothing matters any more

and peace is all and everything.

Time stands still

every moment is new

Thoughts and words disappear

the world becomes clear.

And for this moment life is free.

Children,

Shining jewels in the palm

of a scruffy hand.

Waiting their chance to fly

with a trail of blazing light

Into the distant future.

While I stand behind

Torn clothes and sweating hands.

I gather up the pieces,

Mend and patch,

Scrub and scour

but never able to clean the cloudy glass.

Once scratched,

the scratches always remain.

Yet hope for a better future

shines through even the most weathered pane.