Country, how shall I tend you?
I send out the shining strands and bring you in.
I bring you to me. Listen.
Don’t hoard your longing.
I gave you this longing so you would see me.
Don’t be afraid to love, and don’t be afraid to reveal what you love.
In this way you will learn that you are not alone.
Map the paths. Plant the trees. Tell the stories.
Web yourself within me, and sing to me of my beauty.
Commit, reach out, make art with me.
Let me grow you. And let me grow you up.
Listen, watch for my wonders, let me be the tales you tell.
Give me my rightful place at the centre.
Doing so you will slowly become sane.
Keep going.
Remember to talk to me.
I am your mother.
