We Are All Aborigines

Often, at nighttime,
I enter Jukurrpa world.
The world of dreaming.
Dreamers’ native residence;
Eternal — uncreated.

Like world of Tao,
It appears as ‘un-carved block.’
Unsullied nature.
Its complexity hidden
In simplicity of form.

This world of dreaming,
Without circumference
That can ever be measured,
Encompasses existence:
The Past, Present — and Future.

When we are awake,
Is when we tend to forget
We are all dreamers.
Dreaming that we are awake;
Yet asleep — and still dreaming.

We are dream weavers.
Weaving dreams of dream weavers.
Dreams called ‘Existence.’
Crafted by Jukurrpa world;
The world of ancient spirits.

With ancient atoms,
We are aborigines.
A tribal people.
Distanced — and separated;
Divided by foreign tongues.

Our seed has been spread
To inhabit everywhere.
Each parcel of land.
We are in every faces;
Those ‘foreign’ — and ‘domestic,’

Let us not forget
We are brothers and sisters.
Spirit reminds us;
To look deep within ourselves.
Where we are all sealed — as One.

We are shapeshifters.
Assuming many ‘races.’
Many outer forms.
Our outer skin is garment.
Within — we remain as One.

Jukurrpa informs:
The Spirit is container;
Container of All.
All spawned by Alcheringa;
Ancient Divine Protector.

We are all spawned by
Alcheringa Dreamtime.
Our ancient forebears
Guarding our ancestral myths.
And preserving our history.

We are one people.
We are all the same people.
Jukurrpa people
In every space of the world.
We are ab-Origines.

The ‘Great Everywhen,’
The Universal Spirit
In every atom;
Manifested globally,
Informs us — we are One.