And whilst the Kookaburras may laugh, there is no judgement here.
For amongst the folded mushrooms and stretched views I see what these hills afford me. They are calm, they are wandering but most of all they are mine to get lost within. A labyrinth where each leaf of silver gum glows like amber.
It's grand here, all the while being so quiet, maybe a flock of cockatoos will rush past to remind me what chaos is, but in the meantime, I will remain corroding into this forest-floor in which I sit.
These deep divides and cascading paths are embedded to my bones. From the worms etched wood, to the hidden trickling streams, to the fly plagued splattering's of marbled blood, all these places, all these sights have clung to my psyche like moss to lichen. I love these ranges because these ranges are a part of me.
When Gaudi designed the Sagrada Família he drew up plans for the largest cathedral in the world. He spaced his twisted granite columns so that they appear like forests that stretched and overlapped the devotees underneath. And yet here in the lost corners of the Dandenong ranges, I find canopies ever grander and see visions ever more impactful,
and the best part -
it didn’t even cost me twenty euros to get here.
Nature has its own unique beauty, for it does not know it, it simply bears it.
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