Makarrata

For countless millennia ... before counted time began ....
my people are part of this land
We are this land.... this land is us
The brothers shared the land ... coolbardie yongka kwenda
..... and so many others .... we are equal with them
We breathe this land
.... from the gentle winds by the sea
.... to the frigid morning desert wind
the land breathes life into us

And so our breath gives back to this land
The land is me ..... and I am the land

But wait .... in the long "day" .... the time that we have been this land.....
the last few minutes has seen a disturbance in the land
The rivers dry up.... the fish die .... the brothers are going
.... the land tells me that the spirit is hurting

I am hurting .... my people are hurting....

Join me in makarrata to heal the land.

© Ian Croft January 2019  (Permission given for use with acknowledgement)