Ayres Rock - blog.mailtravel.co.uk
tapping into the deepest well
of our collective memories
with eyes closed, I call up
the Ancestor Beings,
here when this world
began, with its
mountains and rivers
and trees,
its air and fire
and water
when their work was
complete, they
traveled back
into the earth
and slept
sometimes their spirits
stayed behind
in rocks or trees,
and these became
sacred places
Today we're in
the Dreaming -
in the Now-
the only time
the aborigines
recognize
Feel the spirits
of the Ancestors,
as you chant
to the beat
of the drum
Look quickly
across the campfire
and you might catch
their shadows,
see their kind
wisdom-eyes
Hear them say:
"Right now one
of your eyes
is sleeping,
but one of them
is awake.
When you see
with both eyes,
we will awaken
from our dreaming
to join you,
and the world
will be made new"
The other day I was watching Julian Lennon's wonderful documentary Whaledreamers, a wonderful film about a gathering of aboriginal elders from all over the world, who gathered at ancient headlands above the sea in Australia, where in old times, the aborigines would sing out to call in the whales, and they would come. They gathered in this spot, to perform that ceremony and, breathtakingly, in response to their eery song, the whales came. It was uplifting, mysterious and utterly wonderful.
Random thoughts about the aborigines, the deep pain of the elders who mourn all that has been lost to their culture, and the mysterious Dreamtime, have been running around in my brain ever since.
I hope we are beginning to wake up. Your poem is lovely and dreamy. Reminded me of a moonlight Native American ceremony I attended. The spirits of the elders did seem to peek out from the campfire.
ReplyDeleteThey might be asking wither the future? Their culture,mores and community handling are rich. They have something to fall back on. But insistence to preserve would be at the expense of development. For that they are left behind! Nicely Sherry!
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