THE CYCLE OF LIGHT

THE CYCLE OF LIGHT

A random bolt

 illuminates a subfusc sky

it was but a single spark

which connected to the heart

the ensuing heat

reinforcing bonds of life

without which, I could not breathe

consumed by the nightfire

burning flames intensify

liberating light

and mysteries... as yet unseen

We went on an expedition

through unexplored

crystalline Prisms

stored within deepest nuclei

all that is contained… within

ego death releasing me

from the depths of my prison

Burnt ego ... the ashes

that feed new born seeds

© Divinia Nightfire 3^rd October 2016

SING YOU TO ME

SING YOU TO ME

Oppressive heat rising from a formless sun baked land
In the belly of darkness, desert dwellers sing sacred songs

Their timeless cipher, infused with stories from the Gulapa man

He breathes life into each grain of sand, shaping country into being

Law of the Dreamtime forged from eternity of the Never Never

Their knowledge recirculated within haunting wails of the Djalupi

Ochre clouds carry on arid winds, where their stories can unfold

From the fields of Uluru , the Songlines traverse land and sea,

Where they eventually reach your Ocean shores

I often wonder…can you feel my breath stir an awakening in your sleeping ?

Do you ever wonder how is it possible that we are both hearing

the same song when we are dreaming …

28°31'29.7"S 153°32'17.3"E

Heated breath billows life into the formless mass of sand

Each grain skilfully forged and sculpted in the belly of  fire

As the craftsman blows into existence brilliant baubles and shapes

Shards of cerulean jewels expand with every breath he takes

I see a cloud in the distance approach, strange sounds… perhaps a story

Telling me how to reach you in your darkened state

Somewhere along the Ocean Shores,  I see a chihuly rose

As it captures the first rays…a glistening awakening of the beauty of light

…in all it’s fragility.

I often hear your haunting song carry on the breeze…at night it keeps me from sleeping

Never quite knowing if I am awake… or do you simply keep my heart beating

To guide me back to you through our dreaming

46° 58′ 18″ N, 124° 9′ 17″ W

(c) Divinia Nightfire 22 May 2016

dust storm Australia

Fields of Light Exhibition 2016 ULURU Australia

Dave Chihuly glass, Cerulean 

Dave Chihuly Glass Gardens Seattle, Washington

 Chihuly Rose

Dave Chihuly Macchia Loop

GLOSSARY OF ABORIGINAL TERMS
Gulapa man –magic man.  The Gulapa is someone who can move between realms unseen, and controls the elements.
Dreamtime and songlines-http://www.tourism.australia.com/aboriginal/aboriginal-culture/dreamtime-stories-and-songlines.aspx
Never never- is a term first written in a poem called Where the Dead Men Lie by Australian poet Barcroft Boake. 
It was first published in The Bulletin magazine on 19 December 1891 to describe the ENDLESS deserts.  
For white people, entering the Never Never was a sure death sentence.  Men would get lost, go mad, die.  
The Aboriginal people could navigate these same places because of the songline maps.  
They knew how to return from the NN.  It was part of their ceremonial initiations and WALKABOUT… 
you reach an age, you go with the elder men who teach you sacred songs and dance. 
They leave you to fend for yourself, to hunt, find water survive the harsh barren hot land.
Djalupi- didjeridoo

poem inspired by this song by OKA
Australian Band

The song CHIHULY features the glass didgeridoo presented to Stu by master glass craftsman Dale Chihuli during his exhibition at the National Gallery of Australia.