Song Line

SONGLINE

I am a songline mapping
The contours of this land
The curlew rising from this troubled earth
To sing at the gates of Avalon.
I am the mud that grows the lotus
The flower opening her petals
Bringing beauty into the world,
The light of the sun
On the surface of the water,
Sparkling diamonds dancing.
The sacred river that endlessly flows
Over rocks and boulders.
I am the soft shadow of early evening
the velvet darkness of midnight.
The stone that divides this land
Between time and liminal space.
The wildest winds of the bleakest winter,
the secret life promising spring.
I am She who reshapes the land
Stop - listen carefully and you
Will find your way home.