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Touched + Transfigured by the Waters

  • Writer: Juliette Booth
    Juliette Booth
  • Dec 12, 2024
  • 2 min read

Things happen in the distance,

as much as they happen in closeness


within the pressure or the pause — 

they happen within the kind heart, 

or the harrowingly harsh reality


in the kaleidoscopic, nauseating and incessant spaces in-between,

just as the night turns into the day, 


alchemised in the unseen and unknown,

within the great mystery

that silently, stoically and insatiably pulls forth

and pushes away.


The momentum and movement of the waters — 

simultaneously unearthing and shaping,

dissolving, 

both ceasing, and ceaseless


ever revealing and re-birthing new form

through each poignant transition. 

 

over and over

gnawing, wearing, and wearing down

the most constantly sublime caress

calming, nurturing

— utterly mesmerising and unstoppable. 


We emerge.


Transfigured,

were the lands 

and the bodies 

the shapes and gestures formed through eons of repetition, 

through being touched.


Safety in the slow and slowly wearing

receding the fear of the unknown

leaving us vulnerable and raw,

both thirst-quenched 

and un-satiated.


A reminder, 

that even the softest touch through time, 

penetrates in the most meaningful of ways.

— it shapes us.


Unforced, by the forces of nature

revealing microscopic galaxies 

and celestial constellations 

worlds within worlds

the spaces holding us within deep time


what appears is — what is — and what always has been, 


feeling what is, 

and what is no longer


through me, through you.


What is left,

and what leaves us

— is still part of us. 


We are made of memories — 

of the people, 

the places and the times of not only us, 

but of our ancestors,

and their ancestors and experiences too. 


All our memories touch each other.


We come together to touch each other,

to traverse the realm of soul. 


The way we touch each other changes, 

and we are forever changed.


Each time we are touched,

we are touched by many — 

a new invocation, a new lense, a new experience.


An ode to our always evolving and ever changing nature, 

and an ode to life itself, 

and a life well lived — with others. 


🌀

🤲🏽



 
 
 

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I acknowledge the Arrente People as the traditional custodians of the lands where I live, learn and work.

I honour and pay my respects to elders past, present and emerging - holding in deep reverence their continued connection to the land, waters and community. 

 

I acknowledge that sovereignty was never ceded. 

AUSTRALIA WAS AND ALWAYS WILL BE ABORIGINAL LAND.

 

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