King's Creek (Watarrka Kuningka)...

I stand here

in reverence & silence,

here in Nature Mother's cathedral.

The birds, flies & crickets

unite as one choir,

singing their songs

& hymns of praise.

Above me, 

canyon walls from

time immemorial

(20,000,000+ human years)

look down on me

like ancient, sacred

stainglassed windows.

Looking up at them,

I feel reflected

back at me

my very soul.

Is this the

"wild life"

Brother Billy 

referred to?

I close my eyes,

& in the silence I hear

the tiny flap flap flapping

of butterfly wings;

of birds' hearts

beat beat beating

beneath feathered chests;

& tree frogs' eyes

blink blink blinking.

The red soil that stains

my boots and clothes

has seeped into my

sweat and skin.

Wind hisses through trees,

stirs something

deep inside my core,

my very essence & being.

I can now feel
the red soil

inside my veins,

my bloostream.

I feel it silently

traveling up up upwards

to my open, waiting
(wanting?) heart.

I have become one

with this sacred site now.

My heart, my insides,

my very cells & dna,

they all fill
with nature
& with rapture.

I am alive.

I am alone. Yet not.

The sky splits open

in the most intense blue

I have ever seen

- even in dream.

I am here.

Here in the

deafening silence.

And for the

second time

in six weeks:

I see god.

 

(c) Brent Harpur 2015.

“The desert, when the sun comes up... I couldn't tell where heaven stopped and the Earth began."

(Tom Hanks) 

“I asked him if it were a mirage, and he said yes. I said it was a dream, and he agreed, But said it was the desert's dream not his. And he told me that in a year or so, when he had aged enough for any man, then he would walk into the wind, until he saw the tents. This time, he said, he would go on with them."

(Neil Gaiman)