Mother Marri

Under a giant Marri in Nanga Forest, at a healing festival words came with the rising of the moon. And around a fire the witches and healers whispered. Some of us were singers and as we followed the sparks we followed and tracked their life spans and ours beneath the stars... and that rusting gum, that holy one, that Mother Marri I heard her singing.


Mother Marri. 02:10:98

The rusting gum, the Holy One
Mother Marri spoke to me
I heard her whispering her words of wisdom, words in her songs to those who might listen:
Let us be !

Here within, she said, here the possum climbs the cloud
and beyond my bough, between me falls the Sun
then wisps of colour merge together
dance on forever, they spiral in splendour
toward the horizon bound.

For see the untethered Moon is rising,
here at the horizon watch the sun bewitched declining
soon her golden shades will wander,
and farewelled in darkness, and with frogs come the chorus
hear them singing: Let us be!

Now hear the fire, she said, it attracts the child and
a melodious mood is set, for
a chord is struck, and the wand is cast
for the spells of no regret.
And all that is living can hear it
and there are even some who can see it
see the Earth, and the Moon, twisting at one in their tune
with the wind swept songs of leaf, singing:
Let us be !