Bora born
Peace wabim _
On camp chairs under the bodhi tree they sit
a short lagoon's throw from trinity inlet.
People, most set to chatter mode, telescope
around them in a kaleidoscope of
summer dressed skin perfumed lite in body sweat.
On a picnic bench nearby sits an Island
man, tuned to the law of the ages in an
internal rhythm of finger drums with a
tongue click slap rhythm of a distant reggae
beat, his dreads a swirl in free time, eyes wide shut.
On the breath the complement commences, in
triunes where thought bends time, friends in company
women within their power of their gateways might.
Sound chatter recedes, breath centres, life force flows
through spirals of thought sent on the golden ray.
- O -
© 30 dec 2012 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
a short lagoon's throw from trinity inlet.
People, most set to chatter mode, telescope
around them in a kaleidoscope of
summer dressed skin perfumed lite in body sweat.
On a picnic bench nearby sits an Island
man, tuned to the law of the ages in an
internal rhythm of finger drums with a
tongue click slap rhythm of a distant reggae
beat, his dreads a swirl in free time, eyes wide shut.
On the breath the complement commences, in
triunes where thought bends time, friends in company
women within their power of their gateways might.
Sound chatter recedes, breath centres, life force flows
through spirals of thought sent on the golden ray.
- O -
© 30 dec 2012 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
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