By Bernie Bell
Our Dancing Floor is covered
The Well of Wishes – sealed.
Our place, so long neglected
Is starting to be Healed.
We’ll sleep – in Dreamtime
The winter weather through.
Next year – Sometime –
They will return.
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And then, we’ll wake
Our place will wake
To youth and light.
Red hair, dark hair
Gleam of light on bronze,
Beads, and benediction of burnished bowl.
We’ll dance again
Weave new life
For the land.
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They are Us
And We are They.
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Namaste
‘The light in me, sees the light in you – Namaste
The light in me knows the light in you – Namaste
The light in me loves the light in you – Namaste
The light in me is the light in you – Namaste
Namaste.’
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