Dreaming Track

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