the oldest songlines are not on any map,
but are the map itself,
a pulse beneath the feet,
a scripture of footsteps and breath.
the shaman’s finger points to a vein in the stone
that we,
in our forgetting,
named a fracture.
to him,
it was a conversation.
......
the oldest songlines are not on any map,
but are the map itself,
a pulse beneath the feet,
a scripture of footsteps and breath.
the shaman’s finger points to a vein in the stone
that we,
in our forgetting,
named a fracture.
to him,
it was a conversation.
......