Bora born
A wisp of a wobble _
A precious jewell in endless spin
a special place in the scheme of things.
The Eden of creator's work
our descendants gather
for this troubled birth.
The living library for all sentient beings
they gather near still yet unseen.
Tungsten angels stand their guard
as our planet refines
her latest garb.
A mixture of both old and new
the sun's century has seen us through.
Aquarius right now shedding tears
to see us through
the next hundred years.
She certainly has a way with us
to recycle our thoughts in each creative burst.
Each 72 years a cycle complete
in a wisp of a wobble
like a slow heart beat.
Another harmonic in her endless spin
as the tide goes out it comes in again.
The collective impulse in Eden's name
those who live here
will feel the same.
The last low tide lasted ten long years
the great depression resting in fear.
We now experience the same again
the tide to rise in 2010
We've done our best don't get me wrong
to keep our balance especially in song.
Importing music from our creative past
from the last high tide
you do the Math.
The end of the world
just a wobble in your mind
a collective illusion in the fundamental brain.
The fear's not resting in your heart this time
the key to this secret is found
in your mind.
- O -
 
© July 2004 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
a special place in the scheme of things.
The Eden of creator's work
our descendants gather
for this troubled birth.
The living library for all sentient beings
they gather near still yet unseen.
Tungsten angels stand their guard
as our planet refines
her latest garb.
A mixture of both old and new
the sun's century has seen us through.
Aquarius right now shedding tears
to see us through
the next hundred years.
She certainly has a way with us
to recycle our thoughts in each creative burst.
Each 72 years a cycle complete
in a wisp of a wobble
like a slow heart beat.
Another harmonic in her endless spin
as the tide goes out it comes in again.
The collective impulse in Eden's name
those who live here
will feel the same.
The last low tide lasted ten long years
the great depression resting in fear.
We now experience the same again
the tide to rise in 2010
We've done our best don't get me wrong
to keep our balance especially in song.
Importing music from our creative past
from the last high tide
you do the Math.
The end of the world
just a wobble in your mind
a collective illusion in the fundamental brain.
The fear's not resting in your heart this time
the key to this secret is found
in your mind.
- O -
 
© July 2004 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
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