The gully breeze prophesies a bushfire.
Phone calls, plans and decisions are made.
Cow, donkey, goat
As the dawn breaks and your head aches;
May you be blessed with a still mind.
As the morning
May the stars sparkle and guide your way.
May love come to you in the smile of a baby.
Thinking of those travelling to their ancestral lands, the ones who are fleeing their lands, those
Schubert soothes the dog next door
While I sip pinot grigio and hold the floor.
The wooden crucible holds the body
And the blood.
The transfusion of molten red liquid flows in
While the turbines on the old grain store in Islington St
Starting with exploding white light
the darkness breaks in a spit
heaven and earth split.
May you find joy in perfect and imperfect harmonies.
May angels witness your silence between