AUGUST 1977                                                 AT KATHERINE GORGE

The rocks, adamantine, hard,

there since eternal times,

set fast!

How wonderful, how marvelous!

Hard, rock hard!

Ah! to be rock, firm,

immovable, beyond time, like flint, unflinching

because the choice has been made.

This is truth, this is me.

This gorge I am, timeless,

yet flowing with water clear, sweet, delicious.

AUGUST 1977                                                 AT KATHERINE GORGE

Every day, for days and days, ten million years,

the sun, gleaming, beating, has risen above these gorges,

in slow majesty, accomplishing its purpose.

Such warmth, golden coloured!

The heat, a furnace beating down in stillness.

It is!

The wind blows in obedience to the sun and its play upon the land.

The trees grow and sway in unison with its path,

and birds live by its flame.

For it is.

And all things by it stand.

Such is the man of truth.

He is, and by him all things are.

AUGUST 1977                     IN THE NORTHERN TERRITORY

From north and west,

from the east they will come

to the centre

where sand and rock

consort with the beating sun,

there to find, at the dead heart,

life.

Among the eucalypts, in the vast abandoned loneliness

and the silence broken only by the breeze,

they will listen to the rocks and hear the words

a milder climate could not form.

They will leave their plush surrounds,

their haste,

for they have lost their way

and must lose it once again.

And from this wilderness water shall flow for them;

the dead heart will flower.

23 September 1977                                 9 Avalon Rd., Armadale

The prophet comes from his desert retreat,

takes his place in the city,

speaking to the people of their needs, of their being.

He lives with the poor, in no place, with nothing,

and having delivered his message,

departs,

till another time and another movement of the Spirit