Life/Death/Life

Late for his funeral today.
Returning to my birthplace, my country.
Gnowangerup.
Watering place of the mallee hen.
Or maybe it's nesting place.
I forget.

Brown hawks signaling be aware.

His leaving causes me to reflect on the brevity of life
and I am grateful for this glimpse.
As I witness deep connections
and forgotten dreamings
of childhood.

Reminded of the old girl who came to me in my dreams
imploring me not to break my nesting spheres...

hidden meanings...
awareness coming after...
after we've slept for a while.
and incubated the message from spirit.

Gnow...the bird that possesses the sacred knowledge of this rite.
The engineer of the mallee country.
Prompted by a deep knowing the pair create the ultimate incubator.
Harnessing the energy that will give birth to new life...
...and it is to them that I return.
with gratitude for the cycles of life
...and the lessons they bring.


My brother says I'll be late to my own funeral...
and just maybe I will...
have promised the flat tyre on the hearse
as my way of saying still here...still JOY

Lighten up and incubate your dreams into life gNOW.