you can feel
the
soft press
of spring's lips
when morning snow
kisses
a sun-warmed rock
and the lichens shiver
in the great yawning space
that has opened
like a universe
to reveal
as much of the connection
of all things
as of the distance
between our knowing
of its allness
and our experiencing
of its intimacy
~
the following text is a gift from aleks in holland.
it belongs here.
i read it and knew it immediately despite never having seen it before.
it's the story
of this image.
the mythical rain ancestor of the western arrernte people known as kantjia, of kaporilya near hermannsburg mission, is described in this western arrernte song recorded and translated by t.g.h. strehlow:
the mythical rain ancestor of the western arrernte people known as kantjia, of kaporilya near hermannsburg mission, is described in this western arrernte song recorded and translated by t.g.h. strehlow:
~
among the rippling waters he sits without a move,
it is kantjia himself who is sitting without a move.
moveless like a boulder he is sitting;
his hair bedewed with rain he is sitting.
on the fissured rock-plates he is sitting;
on rock-plates welling with water he is sitting.
bedrizzled with rain he sits without a move;
among the rippling waters he sits without a move.
bedrizzled with rain, a reddish glow overspreads him;
among the rippling waters a reddish glow overspreads him.
the sky is clouded with water-moss;
the sky sends down scattered showers.
over the rock-plates the flow is echoing
over the rock-plates green with moss.
moss-covered one,
spread forth your waters!’
come, moss-covered one,
pour forth your waters!’
‘come, foam-crests,
come, spread over the waters!’
‘come, drifting twigs,come, spread over the waters!’........
