Bora born
Drink the sound _
Solarised, the first heat of the day licks off
the cool night's last attempt at morning freshness.
Cicadas in the plantation's rooming house
stutter into staccato rhythms of lost
love, looping sensual tones through heavens sent chi.
A stop go breeze decants from the rainforest's
lungs nearby on a wind turbine's need for speed.
Inside this crater as ancient as the night
the crystalline structures seep from deep below
through green carpet biospheres of earth sent chi.
The wonder of it all draws him inside a
sacred space of light in sound felt on the wind.
Bare foot he descends the slope in ritual
to this wooded realm where the form commences
immersed in life's light sounds sourced by human chi.
- O -
© 4th feb 2015 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
Author's notes are here.
the cool night's last attempt at morning freshness.
Cicadas in the plantation's rooming house
stutter into staccato rhythms of lost
love, looping sensual tones through heavens sent chi.
A stop go breeze decants from the rainforest's
lungs nearby on a wind turbine's need for speed.
Inside this crater as ancient as the night
the crystalline structures seep from deep below
through green carpet biospheres of earth sent chi.
The wonder of it all draws him inside a
sacred space of light in sound felt on the wind.
Bare foot he descends the slope in ritual
to this wooded realm where the form commences
immersed in life's light sounds sourced by human chi.
- O -
© 4th feb 2015 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
Author's notes are here.
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Drink the sound _
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