Far east where the gong erupts,
A piece of me lives there.
To the north where the eye,
Is as clear as the day holding night.
I inhabit here.
The ochre heart where song is the spoken word,
And dance is the food that flavours spirit.
She lives deep within my eternal hearth.
To the heightened west, it’s scouring the mind,
Exploring all that could exist.
He has home within me.
The great southern land,
Burning bright with her truth,
And sand filtering all else.
She is my home.
Stars linking all of my cousins, whole.
Ancestors breathing life into the land,
Holding my shoulder, telling me hidden truths.
Hand-in-hand we hold this web,
Against the strongest of tides,
And the winds deep with fury.
We are the trees rooting this ground,
To its homeward bound.