Bora born
Hotel freedom _
This took place in 1991.
This place exists to this day in Freedom County in the rainforest mountains at the back of Cairns, in North Oz. In those days, the old bush track wound it's way through leafy tunnels of trees and creek crossings of mountain streams to open on a clearing in the rainforest, where stood this small two bedroom cottage with bay windows propped open on sticks. One season tens of thousands of butterflies were breeding along this track, an incredible sight. At the bottom of the small paddock behind the house was a mountain stream where platypus would build their dams. You could sit quietly in the water and watch them at work.
Someone lived there in the early nineties for several years. His name was alistair braithwaite, a retired crop dusting and sea plane pilot. He serviced the tourist industry on the great barrier reef and had crashed his sea plane three times before retiring. He called himself the rubbish man .... a very interesting bloke who forgot to pay his rent .... yet those who met him were changed in some way for the rest of their lives. This snapshot from one short visit to hotel freedom does little justice to his legacy ............
Gullies crossed, wet pebbles sigh
moist mounds of fern whisper by
as you meet this lush, bush scene
past water wheels flushed in green.
Crystalis bells decorate trees
where butterflies come to breed
monarch's season flutters by
clouds of colour bless tired eyes.
Cars graze, leafy tunnels pruned
the track opens far too soon
to kaikura grassed in trees
a house humbled, timbers bared.
Cottage sized in random form
skirts this place where space is born.
Giant sentinels sacred place
patterned by an ancient grace.
A hearty welcome found there
seekers lost, less time to share
with gifts of food to pay their
way, falling nights hug each day.
Doors and windows open wide
creatures move around inside
bush, sense hands have built this place
bay windows prop twilights face.
Listen close to his heart dear
release wants and inner fears
naked to the light of day
the room fashioned his own way.
A floor of grass, bed of foam
on nature's back you lie prone
clothes long gone, ice-skin inspires
he kneels to touch inner fire.
Core star light near belly's dew
opened up by breaths so new
long and slow past nasal's gate
belly breath released to fate.
Long and slow to go right in
the breath of life, spirits' twin
to rattle past tongue pushed high
memories pass of those who've died.
Drifting off through inky space
breathing rests, three minutes late
cycled back through minds third eye
manna feeds a pineal high.
Those silent ones now draw near
tungsten eyes of ice blue tears
healing hands increase the flow
the body locks, reasoning slows.
It builds within, muscles tense
arms levitate, fingers sense
then swirl around near the face
skin moves and crawls, dimples race.
The back nearly breaks in two
as arms fly, to break through
the air so thick with body's paste
kundalini soon escapes.
A primal scream shatters through
the tranquil peace of that room
releasing all, as tension rents
those fears migrate, feelings spent.
Breath deepens to slow again
one minutes' cycle start to end
there's movement near, senses tilt
presence heard, as well as felt.
This sound birthed within the eye
of water waving goodbye
a babbling brook lets you know
the time is right, let it go.
Water worlds of liquid sound
refresh you, as peace is found
recall to mind inner voice
water running over choice.
His hand moves across her breast
within an inch of space this test
dimples form on skin below
to chase the hand, as life force flows.
Rising now he leaves her there
hours have passed and yet she stares
minutes slow within minds' eye
too quick it seems they fly by.
A rice meal of sultana
milk, prepared as crystals tilt
to bend warm new light of day
through prisms, in coloured rays.
Guitar played on bended knee
Flamenco's mate wishes he
could learn other Spanish tunes
father time would like that too.
Alive this place with t..i..n.kly
sounds, within and out is found
a peace to allure and taste
precious moments to embrace.
Platypus gully calls now
down a track of roots below
naked all to nature's gifts
temptation, lost within their midst.
Icy water, warms the skin
freedom floats about within
body shakes increase the flow
as baby eels nibble toes.
The sun beckons and insists
with timeless rays through the mist
laughter echoes, nature laughs
a lawn of skin, sun's dry bath.
Gullies crossed, wet pebbles sigh
moist mounds of fern wave goodbye
as you leave this lush, bush scene
past water wheels flushed in green.
- O -
 
© mar 2005 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
Author's notes and media are here.
This place exists to this day in Freedom County in the rainforest mountains at the back of Cairns, in North Oz. In those days, the old bush track wound it's way through leafy tunnels of trees and creek crossings of mountain streams to open on a clearing in the rainforest, where stood this small two bedroom cottage with bay windows propped open on sticks. One season tens of thousands of butterflies were breeding along this track, an incredible sight. At the bottom of the small paddock behind the house was a mountain stream where platypus would build their dams. You could sit quietly in the water and watch them at work.
Someone lived there in the early nineties for several years. His name was alistair braithwaite, a retired crop dusting and sea plane pilot. He serviced the tourist industry on the great barrier reef and had crashed his sea plane three times before retiring. He called himself the rubbish man .... a very interesting bloke who forgot to pay his rent .... yet those who met him were changed in some way for the rest of their lives. This snapshot from one short visit to hotel freedom does little justice to his legacy ............
Gullies crossed, wet pebbles sigh
moist mounds of fern whisper by
as you meet this lush, bush scene
past water wheels flushed in green.
Crystalis bells decorate trees
where butterflies come to breed
monarch's season flutters by
clouds of colour bless tired eyes.
Cars graze, leafy tunnels pruned
the track opens far too soon
to kaikura grassed in trees
a house humbled, timbers bared.
Cottage sized in random form
skirts this place where space is born.
Giant sentinels sacred place
patterned by an ancient grace.
A hearty welcome found there
seekers lost, less time to share
with gifts of food to pay their
way, falling nights hug each day.
Doors and windows open wide
creatures move around inside
bush, sense hands have built this place
bay windows prop twilights face.
Listen close to his heart dear
release wants and inner fears
naked to the light of day
the room fashioned his own way.
A floor of grass, bed of foam
on nature's back you lie prone
clothes long gone, ice-skin inspires
he kneels to touch inner fire.
Core star light near belly's dew
opened up by breaths so new
long and slow past nasal's gate
belly breath released to fate.
Long and slow to go right in
the breath of life, spirits' twin
to rattle past tongue pushed high
memories pass of those who've died.
Drifting off through inky space
breathing rests, three minutes late
cycled back through minds third eye
manna feeds a pineal high.
Those silent ones now draw near
tungsten eyes of ice blue tears
healing hands increase the flow
the body locks, reasoning slows.
It builds within, muscles tense
arms levitate, fingers sense
then swirl around near the face
skin moves and crawls, dimples race.
The back nearly breaks in two
as arms fly, to break through
the air so thick with body's paste
kundalini soon escapes.
A primal scream shatters through
the tranquil peace of that room
releasing all, as tension rents
those fears migrate, feelings spent.
Breath deepens to slow again
one minutes' cycle start to end
there's movement near, senses tilt
presence heard, as well as felt.
This sound birthed within the eye
of water waving goodbye
a babbling brook lets you know
the time is right, let it go.
Water worlds of liquid sound
refresh you, as peace is found
recall to mind inner voice
water running over choice.
His hand moves across her breast
within an inch of space this test
dimples form on skin below
to chase the hand, as life force flows.
Rising now he leaves her there
hours have passed and yet she stares
minutes slow within minds' eye
too quick it seems they fly by.
A rice meal of sultana
milk, prepared as crystals tilt
to bend warm new light of day
through prisms, in coloured rays.
Guitar played on bended knee
Flamenco's mate wishes he
could learn other Spanish tunes
father time would like that too.
Alive this place with t..i..n.kly
sounds, within and out is found
a peace to allure and taste
precious moments to embrace.
Platypus gully calls now
down a track of roots below
naked all to nature's gifts
temptation, lost within their midst.
Icy water, warms the skin
freedom floats about within
body shakes increase the flow
as baby eels nibble toes.
The sun beckons and insists
with timeless rays through the mist
laughter echoes, nature laughs
a lawn of skin, sun's dry bath.
Gullies crossed, wet pebbles sigh
moist mounds of fern wave goodbye
as you leave this lush, bush scene
past water wheels flushed in green.
- O -
 
© mar 2005 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
Author's notes and media are here.
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