~ Gumea Dharawal interpretation provided by Adrian Webster
Born of lung, egress to mouth
rounded in hollow caverns,
our subterranean caves.
Tapered tongues, lapping ridges
in glottal patterns depart
parted lips. A vibrating hum.
This vital force, carried in skin
and within, a genesis of sacred stories
yarns like blood through our veins—
infiltration and percolation,
precipitating from ancestry.
These oral waves shape the land
and cascade in auditory
enfolding meaning, cradle knowledge
and forge identity
in expressive course across the terrain.
Rippling outward, perpetual.
A nexus swelling and surging
in celebratory liberation.
Note: Bunada is a Gumea Dharawal word referring to flowing water, used here to infer the Language Flows Like a River