Gariguda

Gariguda walks and calls your name ,

In the sand as whispering whirlpools ,

And dances down the dying light ,

In a time where you could be human or animal, 

Transparent, invisible to the naked eye ,

Like Rock crystal the elders would say ,

When Gariguda the dingo walked,

Whirlpools whispered out your name ,

When Gariguda walks your way , 

In the dying light of the day,

She walks thru sand and whirlpools appear ,

Is all that the Kulin could see ,

A creator deity as old as time ,

When this wild place was still free ,

She camps at Yarto, 

At the place of winds ,

Dog rocks with ancient marks ,

A place of mysterious  ceremony there ,

A place where the wind still barks ,

An ancient Baaring Dreamtime track,

Gariguda calls out and digs ,

Narra Nook Bob om boor nong 

And hides bones amongst the twigs ,

When the winds they blow ,

Bullarto moon moot  Moor rang 

Gariguda smiles ,

The hunt is soon,

And The hunted soon ,

Will become tomorrows twig pile,

As she hears the wind whisper thru the sheoaks ,

WILLA Whit Gi Wherra

The ancestors have a woken ,

Bubadook Camp fires ,

And the connection will be unbroken ,

When the  sun in the sky starts to go down ,

In mid winter we call MOOD II RUM,

It’s the time for the dingo Purnung ,

a howl , and a bark from its curious  pup ,

who’s ears hears only the sound of love,

That why we call it the dog eared one,

For the spiritual representation now,

Is the afternoon  glow from the sun ,

A whispering walking whirlpool,

When gariguda sings her song,

When she walks your way,

She is unseen,

Only feel the winds have changed ,

And Is everywhere that Baiami… her husband dwells ,

Creating the country and caring for boop boop new borns  and teenage birah Lee as well , 

The sacred dingo ,

We had tamed from pups ,

To help us keep warm at night ,

KURRA IN EDE ,

Dar rung willem 

Yannithan Yambo Kan Gan 

We sleep so close ,

A silent camp ,

Just our dreams and language of frogs ,

NIRRIT NIRRIT Wolla WOLLA Yan tara 

Yanakan wiritj kurrung 

Dingo Purnung daramulen 

help us to hunt and live here ,

To alert us from dangers,

If intruders came near ,

To bark and howl,

And then disappear,

To shy away from strangers and become the night ,

To keep eyes and ears watching 

From camp fires bright ,

When Gariguda

She comes your way.

The name of the dingo is Purnung in my lingo,

A protector of my tribe ,

Whenever it was cold and frosty ,

It would be a three dingo night.

So strongly loved and revered it was ,

It would suckle from the same breast ,

As Kulin boop boop babies did ,

You know you are home and well fed.

For when you protect Bunjil’s animals ,

They will in turn protect you back ,

It may not be obvious through untrained hearts ,

But you will notice it when you are old and relaxed.

Gariguda she walks ,

The sunset glow ,

Walks around you to see who you are

For you are a child of Turt bai rum ,

The endless galaxy of stars.