Nargun's Den

Stepping down onto carved gorge floor

Trees and rocks dripping in mystical moss

Gyldeptis style

Forested rock rises sharply either side

Guiding me, drawing me forward, inward,

Lyrebird appears, lingers with me

Here, as usual, on the threshold

Thank you. I see you.

I'm listening.

Sounds of water falling build

as does my anticipation

Until she comes into view

Beautiful, & slightly haunting

Do I feel it?

Do I feel enough?

Here, feel my beating heart

I come with reverence, with respect

I've come to sit with you a while

Sitting... being... imagining...

Releasing... thinking... releasing...

Breathing... sensing... wondering...

Releasing... thinking... releasing...

Swallows and bubbles and

Colours of minerals of stone

Dripping. Dripping. Dripping.

Forming new rock over millennia

A patience I will never know

Curtains of water veil Her left side

Beckoning a cleansing

A drenching anointing

To those invited to enter

The dark mysteries

Of this ancient den

Nargun likely eyeing me

From the deep bowels beyond me

I wonder what she sees?

Swallows and bubbles and

Dripping and falling and

Thinking and releasing

Trusting that outside the

Wary parameters of mind

There is secret business taking place

Between this place and me in place

In space, in time

In no time at all.