with Jonathan Kimberely
the smells of forests come alive

after rain waters the country

clean and lively with winds

to dry it all once again

until new life takes over

from the dead plants that

dry completely brown

and the water goes to another
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if there is no water on country

who will write about it?
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all life needs water

all life is with water

lena is water

water is lena

holy water is water

water is the spirit
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bloodlines are water based

that humans are all family

through waterlines we share

bloodlines with the all-life

with forests and living families

hello brothers and sisters
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water is one big volume

moving across all-life’s connection

in all volumes that we cannot count how many

but if you think this is not true

please tell me how many rain-drops

visited meenamatta since 1803?

see?
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if every raindrop was joined as one

we could all end up as fish
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wind sun water moon

ripples crossing the lagoon

light from the heating sun

making colours with a run

wind on water like a sweeper

spirit holes darkest deeper

looking through its window panes

darkest water when it rains

seeing deep in spirit artery

dark dark water travels country
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dark water
the swans at home

on a quiet lagoon

clap the water cap

with lifting wings

sending ripples on a glide

across the water’s mirror top

that hides deep spaces

as sun rides high

to show new ways

in water windows

in endless journey

trails from light

down into the deep dark

of the water abyss

deeper than the water place

under the lagoon’s bed

where light does not travel

along black corridors

and root canals

where riawarrawa rests

in that spirit home

of dark water
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moon
all shades are in the sky

night’n’day changes play

sky water making shapes

sky-tide of water drapes

clouds of time moving on

cycle travel going home

or simply there for the ride

with the moon and the tide
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sun
floating water on the rise

being watched by many eyes

vapourised by brightening sun

travel to the high cloud run

floating water changing shape

like an endless waterscape

until the sun comes again

especially after water’s rain

and cycle cycle all anew

floating water just like dew

rising her settling there

floating water everywhere

until them big clouds cover sun

making thunder like a drum

lightning flashes theatre lights

whipping up its stormy nights

when come the quieter aftermath

celebrate country’s rainy bath

smells of life on watered land

brilliant colours rainbow band

centre sun comes once again

vapourising landed rain

drifting water to the sky

where thunder claps make it cry