Chrismukkah and Beyond
GD! Great and Glorious GD, Glow at the heart of every candle, Gift behind evergreen fronds, Gently weaving wonder – GD!No face, no form, No word can frame You; You…
GD! Great and Glorious GD, Glow at the heart of every candle, Gift behind evergreen fronds, Gently weaving wonder – GD!No face, no form, No word can frame You; You…
Why conjure fiends with pitchforks drawn When envy burns in neighbour’s eyes?
Oral transmission of knowledge via poetry preserves history and culture through across generations with accuracy.
In the void's embrace, where silence first stirred, Chaos whispered secrets the cosmos had heard. From Greek mists, Gaia rose, birthing sky's dome, Ouranos her lover, in eternal roam –…
Long before the marchers with slouch hats Gadigal feet pressed these grains.
Yesterday in Cowra, beneath ancient skies,I wandered by the Galari, where the river sighs,Tracing footsteps of ancestors, timeless and grand, Etched in the memory of this sacred land.The whispering breeze…
In the quiet hills where the olive trees sway, A gentle voice whispers at break of day.