I pieced together this poem late one night
like I piece together a painting.
element
by element
Sifting through words like a complex composition.
Choosing only what springs forth itself
what wants to be seen
or felt
or heard.
Creating these pieces of paint and prose is much of a similar process.
I start with one element, a tree, a corner of sky and it builds on itself like a tapestry.
Without the other it would have little meaning but together, the words, the colours and gestures ~ shape a story.
Uluru Composition was named just for that reason. A collection of elements that create a composition on the canvas.
In all these elements we see ourselves.
We find our story mirrored in everything around us.
And the separateness that haunts us, falls away.
Mirrored in the Sky
It hangs heavy
Like the build up
This ever-changing air
of push and pull
She’s always there
With a gentle, subtle constant
A drawing towards the land
Towards the earth
To find home in something bigger than yourself
You sense this place
of stories so ancient
Falling ~
You prostrate yourself in reverence
There she is
There you are
Mirrored in the sky
You belong here too
And at once
find your home.
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