Bora born
Wanjina _
Now lend me your mind, gen t..l...y if you can to
fill with knowledge from this far away land
from long before ancient history was born
before the garden of eden was known.
From well before the last five thousand years
and that challenge to the adamic pair
history records those events so well
yet there's more of our story to tell.
Just imagine one hundred thousand years
in the Kimberlies Northern Territory
three billion year old rocks surface the land
where Eden's oldest culture stands.
Europe's rock art goes back five thousand years
those in Egypt to ten thousand we hear
in the Arnham land in the land of Oz
times that by ten, to get closer because
the ancients still live in their chosen land
their purpose so clear on those rocks of sand
a living record for all those on earth
the last of the fire creatures, here first.
Science now tracks all our DNA strands
a patterned sequence from those bony hands
to indicate from near this land of ours
human kind migrated to distant shores.
Not from Africa as previously thought
the essence in the protein, fossils rebirthed
to reinforce what these ancients have known
of the Wanjina, when seeds were first sewn.
They came from the stars to teach common law
to bring order so lives could endure
the harsh reality of this new land
and remind our times to walk hand in hand.
Lemuria was its previous name
lost in antiquity, Australia's fame
the Wanjina knew what should be unearthed
those watchers now here for this troubled birth.
Look overseas, points his old bony hand
to America in that far off land
on opposite sides of this planet earth
like brother and sister they still converse.
Atlantean energy held so close
the can do superpower with the most
mixing religion, and politics first
creating enemies with a zealots thirst.
Those of the Kimberlies with hearts respond
why hate the aggressor and break the bond
the teaching again given to all men
to hate the hater you become as them.
Those of the Kimberlies sure understand
they let you choose with each shake of their hands
it starts with the hands and the eyes each day
now please listen up close, to what we say.
When you shake the hand of an ancient one
knowledge and feeling can now be reborn
the grip is loose with tenderness you'll find
to be held with respect until it's time.
Can you look past the face that greets you now
can you look past the squalor that's in tow
if you can, they can tell this, all will know
by how long it takes your hand to let go.
To find your heart, you must see others first
not in their chest, but on sleeves of a shirt
and sooner than later your mind will find
you'll be invited to business in time.
Secret stuff only the ancients possess
to never divulge for sanity's sake
the smell of the place to rebuild your time
as you unlearn how to judge, still your mind.
The greatest teaching a human would find
was always behind a veil in the mind
look past the senses in creative bursts
to touch your own heart , you must touch theirs first.
- O -
© nov 2004 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
fill with knowledge from this far away land
from long before ancient history was born
before the garden of eden was known.
From well before the last five thousand years
and that challenge to the adamic pair
history records those events so well
yet there's more of our story to tell.
Just imagine one hundred thousand years
in the Kimberlies Northern Territory
three billion year old rocks surface the land
where Eden's oldest culture stands.
Europe's rock art goes back five thousand years
those in Egypt to ten thousand we hear
in the Arnham land in the land of Oz
times that by ten, to get closer because
the ancients still live in their chosen land
their purpose so clear on those rocks of sand
a living record for all those on earth
the last of the fire creatures, here first.
Science now tracks all our DNA strands
a patterned sequence from those bony hands
to indicate from near this land of ours
human kind migrated to distant shores.
Not from Africa as previously thought
the essence in the protein, fossils rebirthed
to reinforce what these ancients have known
of the Wanjina, when seeds were first sewn.
They came from the stars to teach common law
to bring order so lives could endure
the harsh reality of this new land
and remind our times to walk hand in hand.
Lemuria was its previous name
lost in antiquity, Australia's fame
the Wanjina knew what should be unearthed
those watchers now here for this troubled birth.
Look overseas, points his old bony hand
to America in that far off land
on opposite sides of this planet earth
like brother and sister they still converse.
Atlantean energy held so close
the can do superpower with the most
mixing religion, and politics first
creating enemies with a zealots thirst.
Those of the Kimberlies with hearts respond
why hate the aggressor and break the bond
the teaching again given to all men
to hate the hater you become as them.
Those of the Kimberlies sure understand
they let you choose with each shake of their hands
it starts with the hands and the eyes each day
now please listen up close, to what we say.
When you shake the hand of an ancient one
knowledge and feeling can now be reborn
the grip is loose with tenderness you'll find
to be held with respect until it's time.
Can you look past the face that greets you now
can you look past the squalor that's in tow
if you can, they can tell this, all will know
by how long it takes your hand to let go.
To find your heart, you must see others first
not in their chest, but on sleeves of a shirt
and sooner than later your mind will find
you'll be invited to business in time.
Secret stuff only the ancients possess
to never divulge for sanity's sake
the smell of the place to rebuild your time
as you unlearn how to judge, still your mind.
The greatest teaching a human would find
was always behind a veil in the mind
look past the senses in creative bursts
to touch your own heart , you must touch theirs first.
- O -
© nov 2004 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
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