Group fire poem

Bimbali winha birrabang wuruwin dyiraany dhi gibirbang wayan balungin waangandarra bundarra birrang wuruwin murruwa

(fire burning outside through mountain, my people lost dying, tormenting cloud smoke through wind)

Staring into the bright orange and yellow flame the mellow smell of the smoke drowns the sorrow away. The sensation of the smoke heightens my senses as my spirit within me dances, the cleansing of my soul.

Sending the negative energy down a hole

the stars looking down forcing all

evil to drown

The love of my ancestors

healing scars and sins within.