Born in Passing

I awoke at dawn to the glory of a tomato-coloured sky splashed across the Arafura Sea.
Above and around me the miracle of morning happened. It seemed to be invested with a special meaning for me lying on the dawn shore of the land of my birth, listening to the whispering sounds of the Earth waking up. A thin wisp of smoke arose from the campfire, dishevelled bundles began to stir, a dog stretched, a parrot screeched, interminable insects hummed and whizzed, the tide, at its lowest ebb, was almost motionless. In my feeling of intense happiness and completeness, a heightened clarity of vision was mine for an instant. The boundaries between temporal and external experience vanished and I escaped from my usual time-bound self.
I had come home to my earliest experience of life on this planet and felt as if I was being shown a fundamental truth racing through the corridors of my mind, hearing the murmuring of my own DNA, listening to that part of the collective unconscious which is stocked with the accumulation of all our evolutionary experiences. I was standing between two mirrors with my arms outstretched, touching the infinity of my soul's existence - right to the vanishing point of the universe. I was in a dimension of time and space that echoed my beginning and my end - my alpha and omega - enfolded in the certainty that the river of life never stops and we are connected to all living things by an invisible thread. Part of me is rooted here with the people of the sunrise, on a coral island in the southern seas, vibrating with the myths and legends of creation. The rainbow serpent which gave it form and continues to provide it with fresh water slept, coiled, beneath my feet...