He said that we have the luxury of being free
From the generational trauma
That his race has known.
..
I hear this
and my mind wants to be ‘pc’
But my heart and soul are drowning
.
For some of us
The veil is thinner than this.
We too know pain
deeper than this lifetime.
.
There is a grief
Carried in my bones forever
So profound that I fear
If I meet it fully I will die.
.
From childhood
I would touch the trunks of trees
Alien to this landscape.
Brought from the shores
Of a place, this body has never been.
.
Yet, The moment
I feel that bark beneath my skin
Something ancient and infinite
Roars and heaves inside.
.
The heavy scent of earth
Rich and moist
Fills my senses.
I feel a strange yet familiar yearning for clan and land…
.
Sometimes I feel so deeply into my body
That visions appear before my inner eyes
Endless stone fences trace rolling hills
Fragments and flashes
Of Running Stags and burning sage…
In a land teeming with spirits, still free and wild.
.
And then
My people are dying
Our lore, our magik, our pride…
.
Once,
I stood on a plateau in Arnhem Land*
And I began to cry
Not tears of grief or joy
But of recognition.
.
A feeling
I didn’t realise until that moment
I’d been searching for all my life.
.
I could feel
The spirits and souls of people
Of vast generations connected to this land.
Not bound by the illusion of time.
.
These people are connected to nature and her cycles
Just like mine…
Their collective awareness
Ebbs and flows and spirals like living nature
Far from being primitive and irrelevant
It is beyond wise.
.
Yes, for some of us
The veil is thinner.
We don’t just see things on the surface
And our souls are multi-coloured…
Not
Just
black
or
white.
.
“I would like to acknowledge and pay my respects to the Traditional Custodians of this country on which I stand today and to the traditional custodians of any country I may cross in the future. I would like to pay my respects to their elders, past, present and emerging and to the journeys of my ancestors that I carry in my own blood and bones.
*Arnhem Land is a region in Australia’s Northern Territory and has been occupied by indigenous people for tens of thousands of years. Many indigenous Australian groups moved to settlements on their traditional lands, away from larger townships. These groups have very little Western influence culturally speaking, and Arnhem Land is arguably one of the last areas in Australia that could be seen as a completely separate country. Many of the region’s leaders have called and continue to call for a treaty that would allow the Yolngu to operate under their own traditional laws.
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I am a tree hugger myself. I am 1/2 Ojibwa and I believe. We must love and protect nature. We need her, more than she needs us. A outstanding poem.
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Thank you so much John
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You are welcome dear Rebecca.
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Powerful and worthwhile poetry shared.
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Your NOT JUST BLACK AND WHITE gives insight into many essentials–racism, respect for Peoples and traditions, respect for ecology… So beautifully expressed.
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Thanks Joanne… I read your short story ‘When life is still’ I am moved by your exquisite capacity for insight and empathy 🙂
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