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.’