The 5 Lands Walk Message 2024

In the first, pure light of dawn's embrace,
Sacred Yango stands, a timeless base.

Above, a bird spirals, its flight a lore,
Echoing the Ancestors, “Tread softly, adore.”

"Yaama, yaama," calls the spirit-guide,
"Pause your steps, let haste subside."

Rain has spoken to the land anew,
Underneath these skies, vast and blue.

The light we seek, the dark we fear,
Paths diverge when shadows draw near.

Red belly warns with a serpentine hiss,
"Remember the old ways, in them find bliss."

Some choose paths long and winding,
In each turn, the light still finding.

Carved stories on ancient rock stand,
Teachings of Dreamtime, shaping the land.

The didgeridoo hums, a deep, grounding sound,
A beacon by the elder, where light is found.

In the silence that follows, the land speaks,
Of wisdom carried by the creek’s gentle leaks.

Strangers meet, exchange their tales,
In learning, a sacred bond prevails.

Transformation demands its toll,
In resistance, find the growth of your soul.

The sun’s rays pierce through, a gentle kiss,
A feast of warmth, a promise of bliss.

You are the change you’ve been waiting to see,
Prompted by darkness, in light, you're free.

Through each moon’s phase, face your fears,
With the light as guide, through shifting years.

The land cleanses with every flood,
Embrace the cycle, renew your blood.

The bird returns, its call profound:
“Listen, slow, let peace be found.”

In being, not doing, we trace our tracks,
Through stories lived, in bold acts.

Walk with reverence, under sky’s embrace,
With each heartbeat, find your place.

In stillness and action, balance your night and day,
In the dance of light and shadow, find your way.