Songlines

 

We sing the landscape, ourselves in it as we are, have been and will.

We sing in every language since no race owns it

and we sing of all times since landscape and time are wedded.

We sing its wellness and our singing makes it well;

we sing of the stars for they are the bright eyes of our ancestors

and we will return to them.

We sing the songs of stones and water, of deserts and fields;

of ascending and descending, of hardship and achievement, dreams

and wishes.

We sing the songs that are the floating contours of the planet, the northern

lights of the heavens; we send our songs across the world like universal fly-fishers;

we send them lightly and ask you to find them for there are no hooks

and when you do, sing for they all make the one map.