Bora born
Nineth of the eleventh _
The western sun has settled down over
Kuranda's village in the rainforest.
The hills of Yarrabah to the east sink
in twilight across Trinity Inlet.
Along the boardwalk an esplanade of
joggers, practice their rituals in sweat.
Station points dream up circuits with high bars
chin ups, or whatever is in fashion.
The rest of us are out shooting the breeze
walking the talk, making blood before tea.
The daughter pulls the pram, the grandaughter
too caught up with plane lights at Cairns Airport.
The idle talk relaxed in how the day
has been, the drama at the dentist gives
an insight into how autistic kids
lose baby teeth in subtle gentle swoops.
Then it happens as a sunrise in the
east, from that place halfway to Green Island.
A crown appears, radiating out in
thirteen bands on pink rays through false twilight.
It's centre connected to the crystal
deposits from Cardwell to the Daintree.
The soul gateway still open to the source
to flood through our Eden the new wave of love.
It's Thursday night, on the nineth day of the
eleventh month, within the seventh year
when all was reversed for those who hear with
ears that see reflections in time and space.
- O -
© nov 2007 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
Over a decade ago I was made aware of this phenomenon off the coast of Cairns
as the presence of the soul gateway of the planet was explained to me.
These pink rays at sunset don't draw the attention of everyone. Why should they.
Yet what you see is so extraordinary you wonder how others miss it.
The rays from a setting sun radiate out from the west.
In Cairns you have these thirteen pink rays covering the twilight sky from North to the South
radiating out from the east..... think abt it.
Kuranda's village in the rainforest.
The hills of Yarrabah to the east sink
in twilight across Trinity Inlet.
Along the boardwalk an esplanade of
joggers, practice their rituals in sweat.
Station points dream up circuits with high bars
chin ups, or whatever is in fashion.
The rest of us are out shooting the breeze
walking the talk, making blood before tea.
The daughter pulls the pram, the grandaughter
too caught up with plane lights at Cairns Airport.
The idle talk relaxed in how the day
has been, the drama at the dentist gives
an insight into how autistic kids
lose baby teeth in subtle gentle swoops.
Then it happens as a sunrise in the
east, from that place halfway to Green Island.
A crown appears, radiating out in
thirteen bands on pink rays through false twilight.
It's centre connected to the crystal
deposits from Cardwell to the Daintree.
The soul gateway still open to the source
to flood through our Eden the new wave of love.
It's Thursday night, on the nineth day of the
eleventh month, within the seventh year
when all was reversed for those who hear with
ears that see reflections in time and space.
- O -
© nov 2007 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
Over a decade ago I was made aware of this phenomenon off the coast of Cairns
as the presence of the soul gateway of the planet was explained to me.
These pink rays at sunset don't draw the attention of everyone. Why should they.
Yet what you see is so extraordinary you wonder how others miss it.
The rays from a setting sun radiate out from the west.
In Cairns you have these thirteen pink rays covering the twilight sky from North to the South
radiating out from the east..... think abt it.
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Nineth of the eleventh _
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