Life is a journey into the unknown. Since this will be the first group I'll be hosting, I'm certain that this site will be filled with "Life."
In the Spirit of Love, please be patient with me and respectful of everyone's points of view, here. We don't always need to agree upon what this person or that person posts, but we can agree to respect the right of that person to express his/her point of view.
In other words, please treat everyone here the very same way that you, yourself, would like to be treated.
The history of white Australia is stained by destruction ... the destruction of many indigenous cultures and people ... and the destruction of millions of hectares of native bushland and old growth forests ... one day in 1987 these two thoughts blended into one ... and thus the words of this song ...
Children of the Sun
On the frozen canvas of the dawn the artist waits in silence Her ancient dignity is drawn She stands a soul in silence Her black dry flesh tells the story of her life And the journey of her years And the terror of her fears And she cries She cries for the children of the sun She cries for the damage that's been done She wants to hide but there's nowhere to run For the ancient children of the sun
(...through cycles of light and visions of memories that reach far back beyond our brief intrusion, there stands the woman ... younger then, and stronger, her limbs smooth and firm, protecting her children... She was the first, and from her came fruit, the forest the life shared with all ... she is life, She is the tree who weeps ...)
She weeps for the children of the sun She weeps for the damage that's been done She wants to hide but there's nowhere to run For the ancient children of the sun
She whispers of a time in dreams The harper plays in silence A tale of history in green The shadows dance in silence She is the dreamtime mother of the trees And for the dreamtime she sings Music borne on dragon's wings And she sings She sings for the children of the sun For the time before our time's begun Oh wondrous sentinel, your time is nearly done Farewell the children of the sun