Nguru and Bangawangaal

Gandi rises and embers fall like bana.
The ganbi lick the darundanj clean and eat away at the dry dead djarambunga
Ngia feel connected to the nguru and my bangawangaal
Smelling the Gandi in the guragama.

Land and Ancestors

smoke rises and embers fall like rain
The fire lick the bark clean and eat away at the dry dead leaves
I feel connected to the land and my ancestors
Smelling the smoke in the wind.