Dreaming Track
By Lorna Munro
Published 8 June 2021
Please disregard the disruptions
Disconnect from the obstructions
The growth of this canopy pleads
Unweave the wires that bind
Recharge yourself and
Re find
Another way to be
See
What was lost but not forgotten all of those years ago
Re align
Your eyes
With what time
Has changed
Be ready to sacrifice
What you see from what you feel
And change your mind
When you see this space
Read
The descriptions that European artists forgot to enclose
Already etched from the soil and ochre
When they spoke of our country with fine paint brush strokes
What is invoked, for you within these mangroves?
Still home to Burran gowa and Girrigan
Just a swamp
Each beach and cove
Outlines of images emerge
Inlets of goannas and snakes
Taking the shape
Recorded by warriors
As they navigated this place
Rebellion thrives within the shadows
Of these trees
As they always will
And always have been
Birds eye view
Seen from the sky
Interpreting creations
As Biamie inscribed them on the lids of many eyes
Inspiring song
Held in memories
Time will tell
Time will tell
What we leave behind
In this wasteland of ideas thought of long ago
Read the seasons
Know the difference and the reasons
The sacredness embodied as we see them
Why are we here?
In this gathering ground
Of ancestors voices
Rippled
Within the water
Watch
As it ebbs and flows
And remember
To not invade the space
These soldiers of salt
2 ton
Towers piled high out of the wet
Scream don’t touch
We once built up wealth
Observe
These estuaries and streams
That have once conceived poison and dreams
Light
Mud stains
On flood plains
Tell how times have changed
In only some ways
Tide
Chases the stars away
Spirit stands strong
While sun rays touch each day
Push the dark away
Push the dark away
And with each day
Learn to read the land in other ways
Hands of the bay
Hold lines describing what was here in the old days
Says a lot more than what the signs say
Find ways
To waste the time away
In the protection of the shade
And hide away
To another time
Where women fished in nowi
And raised warriors strong and in the kindest of ways.
These kind of bays
Tell our story
If you find the ways
Follow the inlets and the water
From Pemulwuy’s day
The Bay of Cadi to Kamay
Burramatigul to Tubbagulie
To the home of the Dharawal people
And beyond
Hopefulness still blooms
And remains strong
Claps a beat
Breaks
Through layers
Of questions
We ask ourselves in the stillness
Of contemplation
And stay reminded
That beauty still resides here after 228 years
In silence