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.
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Creating these pieces of paint and prose is much of a similar process.
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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.
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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.
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Mirrored in the Sky
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It hangs heavy
Like the build up
This ever-changing air
of push and pull
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She’s always there
With a gentle, subtle constant
A drawing towards the land
Towards the earth
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To find home in something bigger than yourself
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You sense this place
of stories so ancient
Falling ~
You prostrate yourself in reverence
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There she is
There you are
Mirrored in the sky
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You belong here too
And at once
find your home.
