Ayers Rock - Uluru
Ayers Rock is also known by its Aboriginal name 'Uluru'. It is a sacred part of Aboriginal creation mythology, or dreamtime - reality being a dream. Uluru is considered one of the great wonders of the world and one of Australia's most recognizable natural icons. Uluru is a large magnetic mound large not unlike Silbury Hill in England. It is located on a major planetary grid point much like the Great Pyramid in Egypt.
Uluru is a large sandstone rock formation in central Australia, in the Northern Territory. It is located in Uluru-Kata Tjuta National Park, 350 km southwest of Alice Springs at 25 degrees 20' 41" S 131 degrees 01' 57" E. It is the second-largest monolith in the world (after Mount Augustus, also in Australia), more than 318 m (986 ft) high and 8 km (5 miles) around. It also extends 2.5 km (1.5 miles) into the ground. It was described by explorer Ernest Giles in 1872 as "the remarkable pebble".'
Uluru is an inselberg, literally "island mountain", an isolated remnant left after the slow erosion of an original mountain range. Uluru is also often referred to as a monolith, although this is a somewhat ambiguous term because of its multiple meanings, and thus a word generally avoided by geologists. The remarkable feature of Uluru is its homogeneity and lack of jointing and parting at bedding surfaces, leading to the lack of development of scree slopes and soil. These characteristics led to its survival, while the surrounding rocks were eroded. For the purpose of mapping and describing the geological history of the area, geologists refer to the rock strata making up Uluru as the Mutitjulu Arkose, and it is one of many sedimentary formations filling the Amadeus Basin.
I love this poem. Stray dreams, stray thoughts that rattle. More than one coyote. It is daylight and yet the moon rises.
Heart Moon
Like rooms in a house,
I walk through gray tender thoughts
Of my long chased dreams.
Under the porch lie the strays
That rattle like angry snakes.
In my daylight hills
God moves, and coyotes move too.
My heart moon rises.
written October 10, 2008 8:20 AM
last posted, March 21, 2009
this time I added Ayers Rock and its moon rise
Aw, such a sweet poem.
ReplyDeleteThe strays make a lot of noise. But it is not in dreams I hear them. It's in the moment between a solid teeth brushing and the frothy spit...between my taking in and letting out, as they can't quite decide which they want to be.
ReplyDeleteGigi, *smooch*
ReplyDeleteAnnie, I am not sure I would care to have stray thoughts and dreams all mixed up with my tooth paste spit, especially if they squirm. Ick. :D
Never said I liked it :)
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