Sacred palm valley

SACRED PALM VALLEY Venture into Palm Valley, Within this countries centre, afar, Slip into another world, Once you leave your car. An oasis in the desert, Surrounded by escarpment high, Lush growth of primitive foliage, Details pleasing to minds eye. Plants, surviving eons lapse, Reach out, imagination grasp, Transport on vehicle sublime, Peruse a far, and distant time. Stand in awe and wonder, Ceremonial sacred places, Where ancestors performed secret rites, Modern attitude displaces. A wailing echoes from the walls Even if, mournful spirits call, Dreaming children back, to the lore, Restore this land, as was, before. Silent, ghostly voices murmur, Through the leaves of trees on high, Eagles soar far above, Wallabies linger by. Crystal spring erupts from rock, Her gurgling, placid call, Seems in response to anguish, Echoing off the wall. Kneel, grasp a hand of sand, From ancient river bed. Let it slowly trickle, From just above your head. Fanning out, flashing fire, Caught then by a gentle breeze, Feel the spirit of Mother Earth, Now, your mind is freed. Sway with the gentle motion, Of the spirits in the wind, Close your eyes, envision, Pictures in your mind. Naked, dark brown bodies, Glistening in the sun. Women gathering berries and roots, Children, learning, laughing, having fun. Palm Valley, Central Australia, Attracting tourists now, Come to view her glory, Never understanding how, Her very essence speaks to we Australian Indigenous minds. She holds the secrets, and spirits, Of the culture, left behind Written December 22nd, 2001 © on Dec 22 2001 08:41 AM PST, Patricia Rosenberg   0 • 8