Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Mirrabooka


Biami was kept very busy, guarding the tribes as they roamed throughout the earth, and he was very much troubled for them. He found that he could not watch over all of them at once; he knew he must have help to keep them from harm. Among the tribes there was a man called Mirrabooka, who was much loved for his wisdom, and the way in which he looked after the welfare of this people. Biami was well pleased with Mirrabooka, and when he grew old, promised him eternal life. Biami gave Mirrabooka lights for his hands and feet and stretched him across the sky, so that he could watch forever over the tribes he loved. And the tribes could look up to him from the earth and see the stars which were Mirrabooka’s eyes gazing down on them.
When in later times white invaders came from across the sea and stole the tribal lands, they did not know that this group of stars across the sky was Mirrabooka, and they renamed them. They named Mirrabooka the Southern Cross. And the eyes of Mirrabooka they called the Pointers. But it is really Mirrabooka there, stretched across the sky; he will be there forever, for Biami has made it so.



Thursday, January 14, 2010

Friday, January 8, 2010

the seed of something

"The wise ones fashioned speech with their thought, sifting it as grain is sifted through a sieve."   bhudda

take a seed and plant it in a place of your choosing. as to what type of seed it is, the decision is entirely yours. only make it something that will grow. something you can remember with hue, tone and form. with a beginning after end and betwixt former with later. something from a place you belong will do. perhaps it is even the seed of something nameless. unspoken of to others and only ever observed and considered in solitude.... mute.

yes nameless is probably best, as then it is yours and yours only.