The Beat of a Hundred Hands Clapping

I can hear it,

the beat of a hundred hands clapping

I can hear them

the steady melody of a thousand voices singing

I can feel their rhythm

thumping through thundering earth beat

the sound of indigenous resistance

the indigenous spirit of Life 

Always thriving
always beating
never resting
maybe hiding at that

like a sly fox

hiding in the dark and forgotten place

hiding from the conquerors reach

till the time is right

passing on the stories, passing on the songs

passing on the myths of Who We Are

and How It All Began

Songlines of Remembering

Telling us again and again

how to be Human 

How to be Free.