Poetry
The Unlocked Dimensions
Behold
The realms of the supreme ones
Telling eyes of the Tiquorio
Pillars about this world
These mysterious windows to the lofty abodes
By my hand alone they were crafted and cannot be undone
Some most haughty hidden by many a dark veil
Others are comely to entice the inquisitive
All are staunch sentinels mighty guardians of this age
And keepers of deep mysteries from bygone times
Hither and thither they are scattered
Some will disappear on the tail of a tempest
For centuries to slumber
Other will rise suddenly on the back of Kheprer
To lighten the way
As the moment is made propitious by the moving stars
Be warned
You will never find them they will find you
By the measure of soul and destiny
There is no test by their will alone
They that harbour to possess them will surely lose them
They that seek gold and glory will find stone and perdition
They that project the evil in their minds will be consumed by it
Behold
The realms of the supreme ones
Telling eyes of the Tiquorio
Pillars about this world
These mysterious windows to the lofty abodes
By my hand alone they were crafted and cannot be undone
Some most haughty hidden by many a dark veil
Others are comely to entice the inquisitive
All are staunch sentinels mighty guardians of this age
And keepers of deep mysteries from bygone times
Hither and thither they are scattered
Some will disappear on the tail of a tempest
For centuries to slumber
Other will rise suddenly on the back of Kheprer
To lighten the way
As the moment is made propitious by the moving stars
Be warned
You will never find them they will find you
By the measure of soul and destiny
There is no test by their will alone
They that harbour to possess them will surely lose them
They that seek gold and glory will find stone and perdition
They that project the evil in their minds will be consumed by it
Dancing Moon
I sit in the moon
Craggy and resolute my power
I lust for the rich gardens
The dancing youth the heady warriors
Of war of peace of indifferent times
I am solitude
Become too wise
Left my tepee
To stare out at the world
In a far off cave continents are formed
A spirit man chants and blows into a pipe
A warrior dances to the moon
Distant a long horizon churns with dust
A white buffalo emerges brings down tall trees
Old tribes re-emerge new tribes form
Quietly I cultivate my garden
The mountain shadow falls
I retreat to the moon
I sit in the moon
Craggy and resolute my power
I lust for the rich gardens
The dancing youth the heady warriors
Of war of peace of indifferent times
I am solitude
Become too wise
Left my tepee
To stare out at the world
In a far off cave continents are formed
A spirit man chants and blows into a pipe
A warrior dances to the moon
Distant a long horizon churns with dust
A white buffalo emerges brings down tall trees
Old tribes re-emerge new tribes form
Quietly I cultivate my garden
The mountain shadow falls
I retreat to the moon
Untitled 2
No mortal hand did sculpt
The ivory marble god
Wrought by an adamantine will
What nature’s toil did chisel
Old Hellas claimed aloud
A mountain shouldering clouds
No mortal hand did sculpt
The ivory marble god
Wrought by an adamantine will
What nature’s toil did chisel
Old Hellas claimed aloud
A mountain shouldering clouds
The Great Forest
Magic worlds do exist
Beyond dreams and visions they inhabit us
Spirits quiver and time lapses
To eternal cascading waterfalls
To trace that face gnarled and wrought
Wisdom flaws and beauty speaks
I have sought her and sanctuary
Hilda of the dark oak
Beyond the sword keeper’s solitudinous lake
Embark with open spirit behold the winding path
Fear and folly there is nothing but the awesome alchemy
Who enter the domain of eternity
Some will find the silver thread that swirls and leaps
Others will curl up and fade at old man oak’s feet
Still others will reach Hilda’s cottage
They will love her and never wish to leave
The cauldron of life
Magic worlds do exist
Beyond dreams and visions they inhabit us
Spirits quiver and time lapses
To eternal cascading waterfalls
To trace that face gnarled and wrought
Wisdom flaws and beauty speaks
I have sought her and sanctuary
Hilda of the dark oak
Beyond the sword keeper’s solitudinous lake
Embark with open spirit behold the winding path
Fear and folly there is nothing but the awesome alchemy
Who enter the domain of eternity
Some will find the silver thread that swirls and leaps
Others will curl up and fade at old man oak’s feet
Still others will reach Hilda’s cottage
They will love her and never wish to leave
The cauldron of life
Untitled 3
Do you hear the rumbles in the oak
The whispers in the leaves
Boo Boo sleeps
The wood trolls keep their secrets
Bound in searching tree roots
Spirits are free on journeys unknown
Go deep
Go deeper
Silence
Covered in rich green moss
Do you hear the rumbles in the oak
The whispers in the leaves
Boo Boo sleeps
The wood trolls keep their secrets
Bound in searching tree roots
Spirits are free on journeys unknown
Go deep
Go deeper
Silence
Covered in rich green moss
Ritual 1
It is May Day
The bull moose congregate at the cairn
Antlers trace the firmament
Space and time transfixed pierce the spirit
To celebrate the sultry horse goddess
Silver threads interlock totemic symbolism
Her robe is lifted
Vibrancy erupts
The electric moon vessels bulge
Parted and exultant
I taste the ardour of the earth
The villagers return to the harvest
Prostrate in repose
The woodland spirits cajole me
Rooted in the earth grasping a star
It is May Day
The bull moose congregate at the cairn
Antlers trace the firmament
Space and time transfixed pierce the spirit
To celebrate the sultry horse goddess
Silver threads interlock totemic symbolism
Her robe is lifted
Vibrancy erupts
The electric moon vessels bulge
Parted and exultant
I taste the ardour of the earth
The villagers return to the harvest
Prostrate in repose
The woodland spirits cajole me
Rooted in the earth grasping a star
Ritual 2
I am transported to the mound
Lithic ancestors usher motionless
Spirals writhe and interlock
The ritual harness
Stricture grips the throng
Life’s song dissipates at sea
I contemplate the holder of the mace
Pronounce the beyond worldly vision of a sage
Marvellous facets of a gemstone
I reach the centre of my spirit dome
And look up at the journey to nowhere
Death is a vacuum
I am transported to the mound
Lithic ancestors usher motionless
Spirals writhe and interlock
The ritual harness
Stricture grips the throng
Life’s song dissipates at sea
I contemplate the holder of the mace
Pronounce the beyond worldly vision of a sage
Marvellous facets of a gemstone
I reach the centre of my spirit dome
And look up at the journey to nowhere
Death is a vacuum
Ishta
The star lady appeared today
On a piece of torn card
Desperation drove my pen to marvel
A greater force inhabits the universe
And will save my dreams
Enveloped in dark tunnels and valleys
The perfect eyes stared a me
Transmissions
A butterfly in my mind
I felt quiet and lonely
And waited to hear her name
The star lady appeared today
On a piece of torn card
Desperation drove my pen to marvel
A greater force inhabits the universe
And will save my dreams
Enveloped in dark tunnels and valleys
The perfect eyes stared a me
Transmissions
A butterfly in my mind
I felt quiet and lonely
And waited to hear her name
Dance of the Dream Warrior
I am the warrior who moves in the Dream Circle
The spear in my left hand
The boomerang in my right hand
The marks of initiation on my body
I possess
The eyes of an eagle
And the instinct of a wombat
The stealth of a lizard
And the speed of a kangaroo
The body of a snake
And the spines of an echidna
The guile of a crow
And the strength of a crocodile
I live in the Dreamtime
And have danced the corroboree with the ancestral spirits
I have seen the Rainbow Serpent
And drunk from the waters of the billabong
I have walked this great land
And watched the Mimi spirits dance in the mirage
I have reached the cave of my ancestors
And looked into the fire
I have seen the future painted on the walls
And met the great ones from another world
I am Jarma
The warrior who moves in the Dream Circle
I am the warrior who moves in the Dream Circle
The spear in my left hand
The boomerang in my right hand
The marks of initiation on my body
I possess
The eyes of an eagle
And the instinct of a wombat
The stealth of a lizard
And the speed of a kangaroo
The body of a snake
And the spines of an echidna
The guile of a crow
And the strength of a crocodile
I live in the Dreamtime
And have danced the corroboree with the ancestral spirits
I have seen the Rainbow Serpent
And drunk from the waters of the billabong
I have walked this great land
And watched the Mimi spirits dance in the mirage
I have reached the cave of my ancestors
And looked into the fire
I have seen the future painted on the walls
And met the great ones from another world
I am Jarma
The warrior who moves in the Dream Circle
The Rainbow Serpent
I did not seek the Rainbow Serpent
But one day I found her on a coastal fringe
Inland from Bushranger’s Bay
An ancient banksia signposts the entrance
The trail follows a twisting sandy creek
I reached a second bridge and looked down on instinct
Water trickled a bright eye glowed
A diminutive troll peered and hinted
Of towering legends a sleeping world
His name is Moog
I sought my rest and grasped my crystal
A serpent stirred beneath my feet
Across this land she is known but this place is home
We spoke of foes and dreams
I replenished my crystal in her waters
Now I made a vow to restore the spirit of this land
To crack open the continuum
And return the ancestors
In a far off cave the dream of dreams was created
The unlocked dimensions flood this world
I did not seek the Rainbow Serpent
But one day I found her on a coastal fringe
Inland from Bushranger’s Bay
An ancient banksia signposts the entrance
The trail follows a twisting sandy creek
I reached a second bridge and looked down on instinct
Water trickled a bright eye glowed
A diminutive troll peered and hinted
Of towering legends a sleeping world
His name is Moog
I sought my rest and grasped my crystal
A serpent stirred beneath my feet
Across this land she is known but this place is home
We spoke of foes and dreams
I replenished my crystal in her waters
Now I made a vow to restore the spirit of this land
To crack open the continuum
And return the ancestors
In a far off cave the dream of dreams was created
The unlocked dimensions flood this world
Stones 1
I carry a wise man in my pocket
Met him in the central desert
There is flowing water in the strewn rock
I slept that night in magma flows
A blur of faceless ancestors
And mega fauna roam the dreaming circle
Mullawuy the spirit man carries special stones
The australite spins whizzes and darts
Commanding impossible creation energy flows
I have opened the stone in my hand
To behold the foundation of the human condition
In the greatest culture the earth has known
I carry a wise man in my pocket
Met him in the central desert
There is flowing water in the strewn rock
I slept that night in magma flows
A blur of faceless ancestors
And mega fauna roam the dreaming circle
Mullawuy the spirit man carries special stones
The australite spins whizzes and darts
Commanding impossible creation energy flows
I have opened the stone in my hand
To behold the foundation of the human condition
In the greatest culture the earth has known
Stones 2
Do you touch the stones
The stones they live and dream
Out of the past into the future
The dreaming is transforming the future
New song lines alongside the old
The stones they are ancient
Weathered souls
Keep them close
Materialise your dreams
Do you touch the stones
The stones they live and dream
Out of the past into the future
The dreaming is transforming the future
New song lines alongside the old
The stones they are ancient
Weathered souls
Keep them close
Materialise your dreams
The Ancestral Spirits
In the great throng of silence
We are gathered the ancestral spirits
And Jarma the Dream Warrior presides
The storm
And the lightning man are coming
Then the Kadaicha men sing their words
And the wind bird appears with its powerful voice
And the dream of dreams is created
And the great ones from another world descend
It is the Dreamtime again
When the mountains rise up
And the rivers dig a furrow
And in the sky the Rainbow Serpent quivers with light
The Mimi spirits paint
The didgeridoo drones
They move slowly in the Dream Circle
The Mimi spirits sing
And vanquish the ignoble and ignorant
The Mimi spirits dance exultantly
And reclaim the future
They proclaim the past
We will spread across all lands
You will see us
The shadows
In the mountain
In the river
You will become one with us
The yearning in your spirit
And this great land will embrace you
We are the ancestral spirits who live in the Dreamtime
In the great throng of silence
We are gathered the ancestral spirits
And Jarma the Dream Warrior presides
The storm
And the lightning man are coming
Then the Kadaicha men sing their words
And the wind bird appears with its powerful voice
And the dream of dreams is created
And the great ones from another world descend
It is the Dreamtime again
When the mountains rise up
And the rivers dig a furrow
And in the sky the Rainbow Serpent quivers with light
The Mimi spirits paint
The didgeridoo drones
They move slowly in the Dream Circle
The Mimi spirits sing
And vanquish the ignoble and ignorant
The Mimi spirits dance exultantly
And reclaim the future
They proclaim the past
We will spread across all lands
You will see us
The shadows
In the mountain
In the river
You will become one with us
The yearning in your spirit
And this great land will embrace you
We are the ancestral spirits who live in the Dreamtime
Untitled 4
Go to the land of Khem
There in the pointed direction of the tallest one
Where the two heads meet
You will find the temple shrine of the pulp
There assembled are the gatekeepers of the new age
With powerful names that I will not speak
Look for them in the unlocked dimensions
That only the hidden eye can see
Go to the land of Khem
There in the pointed direction of the tallest one
Where the two heads meet
You will find the temple shrine of the pulp
There assembled are the gatekeepers of the new age
With powerful names that I will not speak
Look for them in the unlocked dimensions
That only the hidden eye can see
Untitled 1
A new path opens to the west
The ancient one awakened
The first and the last
The present feeds on the past and the future is born
A new path opens to the west
The ancient one awakened
The first and the last
The present feeds on the past and the future is born