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.

About this poem

The Spirit as the Source within us, as the Holy mystical ‘Bereshit,’ is the container of the All. Maintaining and preserving within our skulls our ancient mammalian hind brain of myth making, we are all aborigines, all indigenous to Planet Earth. All of us, like Adam and Eve, come from the soil and, in the end, all return to the soil. In our outer, newer forebrain appearance of cognition, all of us outwardly display different mannerisms, different shades of culture, customs, languages and beliefs. Beneath our skin, our soul is protected by the same Universal Spirit that unceasingly reminds us that we, collectively as members of the human race, are of the same origin. The terms used in this poem, “Jukurrpa” and “Alcheringa,” refer to Australian Aboriginal expressions or concepts relating to ancient mythical beliefs concerning our governing by a collective archetypal Dreamtime described as “the eternal” or “the uncreated;” a concept that is akin to the Taoist concept of “Pu,” known otherwise as the primordial “un-carved block” in its purest state of existence. This tanka poem celebrates the common ancestral heritage of the human race. By the sacred water hole of Pikilyi Springs, there shall we, upon entering, dream dreams of Jukurrpa World; dream dreams of our universal oneness. 

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Written on December 16, 2022

Submitted by karlcfolkes on December 16, 2022

Modified by karlcfolkes on August 12, 2023

1:37 min read

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Closest metre Iambic trimeter
Characters 1,623
Words 326
Stanzas 13
Stanza Lengths 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5

Karl Constantine FOLKES

Retired educator of Jamaican ancestry with a lifelong interest in composing poetry dealing particularly with the metaphysics of self-reflection; completed a dissertation in Children’s Literature in 1991 at New York University entitled: An Analysis of Wilhelm Grimm’s ‘Liebe Mili’ (translated into English as “Dear Mili”), Employing Von Franzian Methodological Processes of Analytical Psychology. The subject of the dissertation concerned the process of Individuation. more…

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  • karlcfolkes
    Thanks, Israel.
    LikeReply19 days ago
  • israel_u
    The past, the present and the future are all part of existence.
    LikeReply19 days ago
  • teril
    I wish more people could read and relate to this poem and its important message.
    LikeReply1 year ago
  • karlcfolkes
    Oneness is wholeness that mends that which is broken or shattered.
    LikeReply1 year ago
  • DoeDoe41
    I love this poem and the message it conveys: the oneness of all, all brothers and sisters of humankind. A voice of Hope and Love.
    LikeReply1 year ago


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