Aligns with the sun
And rises above Uluru's
Scar of birth
Before the Christed star
Bearing water comes
For Gaia must rise
Like a poverty bush
And we must reclaim
Our immortality
To be freed with the dreamtime
In humility
And recognize it was Her
The whole time
Giving all we received
Overseeing ...
In this Great Bifurcation
Some will remember
How they chopped the wood
Drew the water
Gathered and crushed the herbs
Roots and flowers
In the bag that dangles by a thread
From a tag
