Friday, September 15, 2017

In the Dreamtime




In the Dreamtime,
the ancestors sang of
the way of humans,
being in the world.

They followed songlines
across the land.
Songs and chants
relayed spiritual truths,
the wisdom of how to
belong to the earth
in reverence.

If you go out
under the heavens
in the darkling hours,
harken to the sound
of the sky,
its great bowl
stretched over you
in loving protection,
its stars, signposts,
to guide 
your every step.

Listen, with presence
and attention,
to Mother Earth
and Father Sky,
for the Old Ones
are still singing,
still trying to teach
this wayward,
slowly awakening species
how to be.

Grandfather Cedar,
Grandmother Baobab, 
carry their prayerful messages
on the wind.


To be shared with the Poetry Pantry at Poets United, where you will find poems to delight you every Sunday morning.

21 comments:

  1. This so lovely; I can attest to this. Though I live in SF I have a knoll, a Lake and an ocean in walking distance.

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  2. Ah, I am sure there is much to hear if only we listen to the Wise Ones in our midst! Beautifully penned, Sherry.

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  3. We belong to nature and it belongs us, together we need to care for it.

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  4. "this wayward,
    slowly awakening species
    how to be."..........I love the way you speak of the humans. Another beauty of a poem Sherry...

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  5. Love the idea of songlines along the earth... how on earth did you come up with that..beautiful!

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  6. Nature can be a teacher if you listen. :-) So true. I've walked under the stars and heard the silence too, and felt at peace with it. This is a very beautiful poem, Sherry. :)

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  7. Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous ❤️

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  8. I loved this, navigation is an important skill for service personnel and having served in Australia I was always super impressed with the way the country and history was mapped in song. A super poem.

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  9. Wise words...so lovely to read. If only everyone believed this way of thinking. <3

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  10. I wonder if we would stop the nonsense we've made of our living, if all of us listened to Nature, and care about her current weeping...

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  11. Listening seems to be a lost art in our world. Only a few of us know how to do it.

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  12. This was very entertaining to read and love the ancient, natural themes. Good day!

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  13. The lessons are before us, can we learn? Is it tooooooo late?

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  14. luv your resonance of ancients. A lovely Sunday morning read

    much love...

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  15. Oh I love this....especially the dark sky being a bowl of protection....it feels that way....like a warm blanket thrown on me to bring me to the dreamtime....outstanding Sherry!

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  16. I love Dreamtime stories. This is so well written, Sherry ... a real keeper!

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  17. In the dreamtime there are many answers. Listen and one can truly hear. A lovely poem Sherry, it speaks to me in a profound way.

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  18. This is imbued with such an ethereal, dream-like affectivity, it casts a beyond-body spiritual lightness of being ... an aura that lifts it from temporal burdens and obtuseness into a transcendent place from which to interact and process this planet we live on. Once again: beautiful writing, Sherry.

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  19. Yes. " the Old Ones
    are still singing,
    still trying to teach
    this wayward,
    slowly awakening species
    how to be.' I'm listening.

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