I marvel at you — Black-Fella-Man, dancing to the ‘Songlines’ of your spirits. Share me the ‘Dreamtime’, please.  And me? Me nothing —  me look to see some leaves in Billabong. I wait and wait and wait, to grasp what the whispers of the silence tell me. The power of stillness holds with it the spirits of the earth, but not always, only if you jump over the rocks that lie in the river. How do I get to that place that lies beyond the river?  Is it possible for the outer eye to pull itself towards the inner eye?   When the outer eyes start to walk with the inner ones, the doors of the head will open. The mind will only find some creation when the doors of the head are opened to let in the heart.  Clarity of vision is when the head and the heart dance together in a song. Tell me, Black-Fella-Man —- how do you run along your lines that float across the earth? You know what I talk —- “ to know before seeing and to see before knowing”. Me and me and another me will wait, till I hear you speak to the colours in my head. Tell me, Black-Fella-Man, how can I speak to him, your God who walks over the lines of the land? Are you gone now on your Walk About? I will wait and wait and wait and listen for the river of silence, till the leaves of colour come to walk into the doors of my head.

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